In a white space radiating a strange glow, the Guardians of Devouring were continuously roaring and devouring from all directions.
Despite being constantly crushed by the strongmen around Leo Ray, the opponent's self-replication speed kept increasing, making the offensive grow rather than diminish, filling the entire space with gaping abyssal mouths filled with killing intent and viciousness.
Upon seeing the aged figure kneeling before the altar, Lena's eyes sparkled, and she exclaimed excitedly: "Your Majesty of the Humans, that is my Father King! That's great, Father King is safe!"
Thus, the identity of the elderly figure was evident, it was indeed the old Fishman King.
As Lena was speaking, Leo Ray's gaze also fell on the old Fishman King.
The old king looked very aged, wrinkles covered every inch of his skin, even the colorful fish scales at the temples seemed mottled, his gray hair spilled from beneath the crown, hanging onto the sea-blue royal robe full of wave patterns.
