The young woman was wrapped in a local long robe. Its hood had been blown back by the wind, and her disheveled black hair was plastered to her face. A film of tears welled in her eyes as she sat on the ground, a small red octopus clutched in her arms.
At the sight of the shark, Yu Zhizhi fought to hold back her tears.
"Lord Shen He..."
On the battlefield, the enemy squad leaders had already been subdued by the Hanhai Army's elite warriors. Buli plunged his long spear into the ground before him, finally able to rest. He pulled open his robe with one hand, revealing a gruesome, bloody wound on his chest.
Meanwhile, the young boy from the Golden Fish Clan had a deathly pale face. He couldn't stop trembling, especially when Shen He drew near.
Shen He crouched down. He looked at the disheveled young female before him, then glanced impassively at the red thing in her arms. "Let go."
"Oh..." Yu Zhizhi complied.
The moment she loosened her grip, the Little Octopus shot out eagerly.
