Under his deliberate control, the number of Lobster Men continued to decrease, and the numbers of the Fishman Native Tribe decreased even faster, with countless corpses turning belly-up on the surface of the sea.
Lin Xiao, with his sharp eyes, spotted a large shadow flickering in the distance; he guessed that sharks or other sea beasts had smelled the blood and hurried over.
These shark sea beasts were quite clever; they didn't rush straight into the fray but instead lingered on the edges of the battlefield, occasionally sneaking in to snatch away a few corpses, largely ignored by the combatants.
As time ticked by, under his deliberate control, the Lobster Men and the Native Fishmen slaughtered each other, significantly reducing their numbers. Now there were about one thousand six to seven hundred Lobster Men left, and the Fishmen, initially numbering twenty thousand, had dwindled to about twelve thousand. Both sides were evenly matched, with neither gaining an advantage.
