41: Chapter 41 Massacre!! The Predator's Feast

The freezing fog of the Cold Sea gradually thinned; the seawater remained icy, but the bone-chilling cold had diminished.

Strange fish—red, crimson, golden—continually leapt out of the sea.

On the densely packed ships, greedy eyes stared at the fish leaping out and falling back into the sea.

The number of Crimson Molten Fish increased, and the predators grew restless. The Golden Eagle flew into the sky to circle. Looking from high above, the Cold Sea was glowing red, filled with fish everywhere. Only a portion of these were true Crimson Molten Fish; the rest were ordinary fish possessing a trace of Crimson Molten Fish bloodline.

Yet, even so, they possessed a small amount of heat aura. Once gathered, they caused the temperature of the small area of seawater to rise.

After circling once, the Golden Eagle descended and nodded at Black Bull.

Black Bull exhaled two streams of white air from his nostrils, raised his giant hammer, and then took out a bronze gong, placing it into the sea. The surrounding birds and beasts all retreated, keeping their distance from Black Bull.

Clang—!

The gong sounded, the sound waves containing a special intent that made people's scalps tingle and their minds go blank.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Black Bull continued to strike the gong. At this moment, the seawater temperature rose significantly. Many fish beneath the surface could not withstand the sound of Black Bull's gong, falling into a daze and rising from the deep sea.

Although this group of fish were not true Crimson Molten Fish, they possessed their bloodline. With their numbers, the water temperature on the surface rose further, nearing room temperature. At this moment, even ordinary people could enter the water.

The birds and beasts in the distance had pulled back in advance and were not much affected.

"Moo!!!"

Boom!

Black Bull roared loudly, his voice resounding far and wide. This was a signal. As Black Bull's voice ceased, a large portion of the birds resting on the ships soared into the sky.

The number was not just a few tens of thousands. From all directions, various birds, upon seeing the actions of the raptors, followed suit and joined the swarm.

They were just ordinary birds. Usually, they were not qualified to step foot into the Cold Sea. But now, with the Crimson Molten Fish gathered, the temperature rising, and a Grandmaster using his methods to force a large number of fish to the surface and raise the water temperature to a bearable level, even if these fish possessing the Crimson Molten bloodline were not smart, they knew there was a great benefit to be had.

Over a thousand years, the bird clans had passed down the habit of coming to the Cold Sea every three years from generation to generation, engraving it into their bloodlines.

The number of birds was truly too great; the entire sky was filled with them, at least ten million.

Black Bull and the Golden Eagle did not drive them away or stop them. These birds were different from the martial artists they had driven off earlier.

That group of martial artists had their sights set on the true pure-blooded Crimson Molten Fish and actually had the ability to capture them.

But these birds had the desire but lacked the ability. Despite there being ten million of them, very few could catch pure-blooded Crimson Molten Fish; they only ate ordinary fish containing a small amount of Crimson Molten bloodline. These fish were not within the scope of the martial artists' catch.

Having this group of ordinary birds help clear out the trash fish could also force the pure-blooded Crimson Molten Fish out faster.

Bang, bang, bang!

The birds in the sky dived down like drones, sending splashes exploding everywhere. The fish in the sea were stunned by the sound of Black Bull's bronze gong and could not recover in a short time, most being very weak.

The birds plunged into the sea, quickly grabbing a fish each and flying back into the sky.

After swallowing the fish they caught, they dived toward the sea surface again. For the feast that occurred once every three years, they had been hungry for a long time; one fish could not fill their stomachs.

It was a rare opportunity; they had to eat until they were stuffed.

Bang, bang, bang!

After the birds' feast began, the beasts on the ships also joined in. This group of beasts were the elite of the clans carefully selected by the spirit beasts; they were strong and sturdy, and diving and swimming in the sea was no problem for them.

Cheetahs, jackals... one by one, the beasts jumped into the sea. Even elephants weighing several tons could swim easily in the Cold Sea.

Although the beasts had large appetites, their numbers were too few compared to the ten million birds. The main force eating the fish were the birds; the beasts just tried their best to pick fish with rich Crimson Molten bloodlines to eat.

Clang, clang, clang!

Black Bull changed positions and continued to strike the gong. Whenever a school of fish rose, a large number of birds would dive down.

Every minute, hundreds of thousands of Crimson Molten Fish died.

"Moo~" (Not enough yet.)

Black Bull was tired from striking and frowned slightly, because the Crimson Molten Fish had not yet appeared. He looked toward the marine spirit beast forces in the thin cold fog in the distance.

"Moo!"

Black Bull roared, summoning the Grandmaster Parrot.

"Woo woo~~" (Those in the sea, it's your turn!)

The Grandmaster Parrot shouted loudly, notifying the marine spirit beasts.

There were two types of fish in the Cold Sea: one with Crimson Molten bloodline, and the other, normal fish.

The schools of fish led by the marine spirit beasts were the normal fish schools.

Boom!

Waves surged. The marine spirit beast clans moved out. Those were large schools of normal fish like tuna, electric eels, etc. The ocean was their home turf, and the number deployed was extremely large, approaching that of the birds. They slaughtered into the Crimson Molten Fish schools, and soon, the death rate of the Crimson Molten Fish per second doubled.

The sea was dyed red with blood. Unlike the blood of the Dragon Kun and Rongxiao that dyed the sea, the blood of the Crimson Molten Fish schools merged with the seawater, becoming a sea of blood.

"Roar!"

"Awoo!"

The predators were excited and extremely satisfied with this feast.

Lu Hu stood on the ship watching this scene, somewhat dazed. In his life, there had been very little slaughter. If one excluded killings like peeing on ant nests or using Tiger Roar to shake mosquitoes to death, the lives he had personally taken probably hadn't exceeded a thousand.

The greatest slaughter was back when the tiger fruit matured, killing nearly a hundred wild boars and some raptors.

Now, tens of thousands... no, hundreds of thousands of lives were being slaughtered alive before his eyes every second.

It had a huge impact on Lu Hu's tiger worldview.

"Awoo~" (King Lu Hu, what is wrong with you?)

Hu Ben said in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly.

Lu Hu was dazed, his aura control unstable. Standing beside Lu Hu, Hu Ben felt that faint sense of suffocation.

Hu Ben suppressed the urge to run away and gathered his courage to ask Lu Hu. His voice also pulled Lu Hu out of his daze.

"Awoo~" (I am fine.)

Lu Hu stabilized his state of mind and continued to watch the feast.

In the adjacent area, Wu Wen also used the same methods as Black Bull. After the Crimson Molten Fish schools rose, hundreds of fishing boats and thousands of experienced fishermen happily went forward to catch fish.

The role of these fishermen was the same as the bird flock: clearing out the trash fish, applying pressure to the Crimson Molten Fish, and forcing the Crimson Molten Fish to appear voluntarily.

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Time passed slowly. The fishermen's boats were filled one after another, and the tens of millions of birds also had their fill. After catching one more fish, they left contentedly.

The normal predator fish in the sea were also full, and the death rate of the Crimson Molten Fish schools slowed down.

"Chirp!"

Clang!

The Golden Eagle chirped, and Black Bull struck the bronze gong. A small batch of raptors that had been resting on the ships moved out. This batch of raptors belonged to the elite; their strength was much stronger than ordinary raptors. They dived much deeper into the sea, grabbing fat fish. These were female fish, each carrying tens of thousands of fish eggs, and among them were even true Crimson Molten Fish.

Among the normal fish, another batch of giant, ball-shaped catfish moved out. Like the batch of raptors just now, they belonged to the elite and specifically targeted the fat female Crimson Molten Fish schools.

Before this, whether it was the birds or the fishermen, the fish they caught basically did not include these fat Crimson Molten Fish.

With the addition of two small waves of hungry predators feeding on the fat female Crimson Molten Fish schools carrying eggs, the previously unresisting Crimson Molten Fish schools finally erupted with a major commotion.

Boom!

In the Cold Sea, the Crimson Molten Fish schools scattered in every corner surged out together at this moment, gathering toward one corner. Every second, tens of thousands of Crimson Molten Fish gathered. The assembly speed of the Crimson Molten Fish schools continued to increase, and soon, a huge sphere rapidly appeared in the Cold Sea.

The sphere kept expanding: one hundred meters, three hundred meters, five hundred meters... six hundred meters. After reaching eight hundred meters, the speed slowed down.

At this moment, the number of Crimson Molten Fish within this huge sphere had already exceeded one billion, forming a Crimson Molten Fish Storm, and the seawater boiled as a result.

The Crimson Molten Fish Storm was divided into multiple layers. The outermost layer consisted of male Crimson Molten Fish schools possessing trace amounts of Crimson Molten bloodline. The next layer inward consisted of true pure-blooded Crimson Molten Fish, whose strength was comparable to martial artists, all of them male.

Further inside were the female Crimson Molten Fish schools carrying fish eggs, and at the very center were the pure-blooded female Crimson Molten Fish carrying fish eggs.

During the Crimson Molten Fish breeding season, all female Crimson Molten Fish schools would lay their eggs in the Cold Sea's cold fog area. Only there would their offspring have a chance to become true Crimson Molten Fish, or even Crimson Molten Beasts.

The previous massacre had only killed males, which had appeared specifically to fill the predators' stomachs.

By letting the predators eat their fill and leave voluntarily, the female Crimson Molten Fish could safely head to the cold fog area to lay eggs.

But now, the elite birds and elite normal fish were hunting the females, which the Crimson Molten Fish schools could not accept.

They no longer sat and waited for death. To successfully lay eggs, they had to huddle together for warmth. All the Crimson Molten Fish schools took the initiative to strike, gathering together, intending to break through all obstacles and rush toward the cold fog area.

"Moo~"

"Roar~"

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The spirit beasts present began to get excited; the feast that belonged to them was finally about to begin.