'One, two, three...' Yan Da counted silently in his mind.
These Dark Tide Fishmen surged forward, one after another.
"Boss, is that enough?"
"Almost there." Yan Da's hands were aching. This was more tiring than just killing fish.
These Fishmen struggled, dodged, and fought back.
He put his all into every attack, not daring to hold back.
His wounds tore open, and blood gushed out.
Finally, the Fishmen's assault began to slow.
They were intelligent beings of flesh and blood; they could feel fear and terror.
The fact that they could charge for so long without their leader already marked them as elites.
Watching the retreating Dark Tide Fishmen, Yan Da stopped moving, staggered, and nearly collapsed.
Terrified, Yan San rushed to catch his big brother. "Big Bro, don't you die on me!"
Yan Wu said from the side, "Second Bro, be gentle. Don't shake Big Bro to death."
