"Grimace Crab!"
"How can there be so many Grimace Crabs? Don't they live in the ocean? How could they appear at the Bund?"
"Did we lose Crimson Abyss Island?"
Tina Baine's eyes widened in shock as she stared at the scene before her. Her usually bright and playful expression was replaced by an almost dull disbelief.
The appearance of the grimace crabs wasn't the most terrifying part—nor was the commander-level Black Gold Ironclad Crab.
The real fear lay in the implications.
The Grimace Crab clan belonged to the Kraken Tribe. The great number of Krakens here at the heart of the Magic Capital could only proclaim one thing: that Crimson Abyss Island, the first line of defense against the Kraken Tribe, probably had fallen.
"I don't think so," Luke replied, shaking his head. "If Crimson Abyss Island had fallen already, there wouldn't just be the Grimace Crabs here by now. It must be a monarch-level demon."
