The sharp-faced member of the Sea Clan spread his five fingers, above which a faint mist of blood undulated unpredictably.
This was probably his way of scanning the space.
He maintained this posture as he moved relentlessly, highly efficient.
Jiang Wang put himself in the opponent's place and could imagine it: when the perimeter continually decreased, the other party must have held caution in spades. The principle that a cornered beast still fights wasn't exclusive to the Human Race.
Therefore, the timing of the strike had to be precise.
Through the Red Mirror, Jiang Wang watched the Sea Clan closely.
The closest to him, hiding behind a massive rock, was a female of the Sea Clan with a single horn on her forehead, about three miles to his left.
The sharp-faced member, whose hands were cloaked in blood mist, was about five miles ahead to the diagonal front, his steps steady as he vigilantly scanned his surroundings.
