The blood-red seawater seemed to be stirred by an ancient demon god, churning ever more tumultuously. The waves clashed with each other, emitting a dull yet deafening roar, like the war drums from an ancient battlefield, pounding incessantly on everyone's taut nerves.
The barbarian warriors at the forefront appeared like evil spirits crawling out of the Nine Netherworld Purgatory, charging forward with a terrifying momentum, as swift as lightning.
Their skin resembled the bark of a dead tree weathered for millennia, with dark black liquid oozing from the cracked crevices, exuding an eerie sheen in the dim light. In their eyes, demonic blood flames blazed, as if wanting to devour all the vitality in the world.
