While the lead guard was busy obstructing the Blue Tide mermen, countless dark hellfire blades whistled throught the morning mist and struck the other guards one after another.
Before the lead guard could even register the agonizing screams of his comrades, several severed heads rolled into the damp sand. Their eyes were still wide with uncomprehending shock.
In an instant, the shoreline got sprayed with dark crimson blood.
The remaining three Red Tide guards scrambled backward. Their weapons were shaking as they looked around wildly.
In a span of less than three seconds, nine of their elite warriors had been butchered like pigs.
"Who's there?! Show yourself!" the lead guard shrieked, his previous arrogance entirely gone as he held his spear out with trembling hands.
Out from the morning mist, Neo stepped onto the shore.
His expression was as calm and indifferent as the sea itself, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.
