The waters beside Rad Island,
All players on the battlefield suddenly stopped their actions, gazing at the terrifying towering waves surrounding them, everyone paused.
And atop the surging waves stood a fearsome fishman warrior. His body seemed hewn from ancient stone, muscles knotted, with every inch of his skin containing terrifying strength about to erupt, his gray-blue skin shimmering with a cold sheen in the sunlight.
This fishman warrior's face was fierce, eyes like torches, with pupils flashing a non-human ferocity.
Tightly gripped in his hand was a giant blade several meters long, its edge gleaming coldly, seemingly able to slice through air effortlessly, a gentle swing could stir massive waves, cutting through all obstacles in the world.
This fishman warrior's presence was like an unparalleled beast crawling out of the Abyss, emanating a suffocating sense of oppression.
