To Junlin, the Sea Race members arrayed before him were nothing more than chickens and dogs!

Junlin watched the remaining thirty thousand members of the Sea Race approaching on the waves, then turned his head and shouted, "Dung Beetle, it's your time to make an official entrance! Prepare the Biological Weapon!"

"Here it comes!" Dung Beetle responded. He then laughed heartily and said, "The day has finally come, brothers! Make sure to put on your Gas Masks. This time, it's my newest concoction: Stinky Tofu, made using the essence of hundreds of Demonic Beasts from the Demon Beast Forest. It even contains the essence of the Nine Nether Cold Red Flood Dragon. For this, I had to send it plenty of Stinky Tofu just to get a little of its treasured droppings!"

Hearing these words, the Players took out Gas Masks from their Storage Rings, one after another putting them on.

The Sea Race burst into laughter upon seeing them put such obstacles on their faces. "Is the Human Race just afraid of us, wearing shackles on their own? This is the first time I've seen such shackles; it seems the humans here are at the end of their rope! Kill them all, and take their corpses back to eat! Now, they are no match for us. Victory is within our grasp!"

Listening to the shouting of the Sea Race, disdain filled the hearts of the Players.

Shackles? For the Players, they were indeed an impediment, but they were life-saving treasures. Once Dung Beetle's Biological Weapon was in play, even the mightiest bodies would be directly taken down. Hadn't Old Mo, even after activating the Eight Gates Escape Armor, put on a Gas Mask?

Dung Beetle retreated to the back, happily pulling out a large jar of Stinky Tofu from his Storage Ring, and then directed the Ao Xiang Squad to set up pots and light fires on the spot. They seemed completely unaffected and did not bother to wear Gas Masks.

Dung Beetle looked into the ceramic jar at the pitch-black Stinky Tofu, nodded with satisfaction, and then started stirring it vigorously with an iron rod. As the flames grew hotter, the thick Stinky Tofu began to boil, emitting a foul odor.

The Players were wearing masks and were not much affected. But it was bad luck for the Sea Race. Where had they ever seen such a spectacle? A horrid stench hit them full in the face. Even the Sea Race couldn't stand it. Some Sea Race members without noses started vomiting when they breathed through their skin as the foul odor hit them directly.

"Damn, Dung Beetle is still a badass!" one player exclaimed.

"With the Biological Weapon unleashed, the Sea Race loses their fighting capability on the spot," another added.

"This kind of trump card should be saved for last. Everyone be careful; the Sea Race's thirty-thousand-strong army has arrived!"

"So what if they manage to climb up on the Dam? Once the Stinky Tofu is out, they're nothing but a bunch of weaklings!"

It seemed the Players gave up on fighting, each retreating to the edges. A layer of visible dark green gas enveloped the top of the Dam, and within this cloud of gas, Sea Race members collapsed to the ground, starting to foam at the mouth. Even those of the Sea Race who had just arrived, stepping onto land, instantly changed complexions. They began frantically scurrying about in panic. Many of the Sea Race even turned around and jumped off the Dam.

Turtle Chancellor, seeing the dark green gas spreading on the Dam and the Sea Race army beginning to disintegrate, suddenly had a bad premonition. "What in the world has happened over there?" he asked in a cold voice.

The Sea Race members who had barely escaped back began their explanation, intermittently dry heaving. "Reporting to the Chancellor, those despicable humans— GAG— They can't beat our Sea Race warriors and have started Poisoning! All our Sea Race brethren that went up before have been poisoned. This poison is unspeakably vile; even holding one's breath can't withstand it. It makes our eyes stream with tears, and even our water bubble defenses can't block it. Damn Human Race! Knowing they are no match for us, resorting to such despicable and shameless tactics!"

Listening to the account of the few who had returned, Turtle Chancellor's expression grew even more unsightly.

This battle... He had lost! If he intervened, the young man from the Profound Yellow Sect, who had yet to act, would surely respond. Perhaps he could rely on his higher Realm to take that person down. But what about the rest of the Sea Race? With the poison gas filling the area, they had no way to deal with these humans. Even if they continued, in the end, it would be the Sea Race themselves who suffered. A thirty-thousand-strong army, defeated as soon as they reached the Dam. The number who returned didn't even reach three thousand! The Human Race's skill in using poison was indeed terrifying, to be able to create such a potent toxin. Was he to just return in defeat? The Sea Race deployed tens of thousands for this campaign, and yet they couldn't even take down a single human faction, even suffering such a rout here. If he returned and Lord Dragon King sought to assign blame, he, Turtle Chancellor...

Suddenly, Turtle Chancellor's expression changed, a serious look appearing between his brows. After Half a Moment, he respectfully saluted toward the distant Sea Surface, then turned to look at the Dam.

"Retreat!"

Upon hearing Turtle Chancellor's command, the over two thousand Sea Race who had escaped looked dispirited.

Lost! With that order, they knew they had been defeated, utterly and humiliatingly!

The Sea Race had campaigned for so many years, and humans usually trembled at their mere approach. To think they'd be defeated by the people here.

Turtle Chancellor looked at the young man in the distance and said solemnly, "Profound Yellow Sect, the Chancellor will remember you all. I shall return another day to battle with you!"

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