Thunder and lightning poured down from the sky like a waterfall.

Above the surface of the sea, there was a terrifying layer of electric light. Countless lights and shadows are intertwined, and countless small fish are churning in the sea.

The air soon smelled of meat, and many of the small fish that had been turned on the surface of the sea were ripe.

Ink Marks Xuan gasped heavily, although he didn't use much spiritual power just now, it was a great drain on his spirit.

The spirit consciousness swept the surface of the sea again, and all the fish in the sea were dead.

The clouds in the sky also lost their power after a continuous discharge, and soon the thunder died down and the torrential rain fell.

Ink Marks instructed everyone to continue to release their spiritual sense to monitor this area, and notify everyone immediately if there was any movement in the sea.

The rain soaked Mojixuan's body, and in a short time the water flowed down his head.

At some point, there were more people on the shore, and many people rushed to this side.

In this regard, Mo Jian Xuan did not stop it, but just ordered everyone to stay as far away from the sea as possible. Those who had already practiced the method of spiritual consciousness naturally joined the monitoring team.

From early morning to dusk, the spiritual sense was released for a long time, and no one in the field could withstand it.

The surveillance team has also changed several times.

Ink Marks Xuan didn't return to the shore to rest, and his spiritual sense was only accidentally released to scan the surrounding sea.

The sky gradually turned gray, and many torches lit up above the sea, relighting the sea.

After waiting for a long time, there was finally no sign of resurrection of the fish below.

Mo Jian Xuan commanded everyone to release karmic fire and burn the fish on the third layer of the sea.

Because of the sheer number of fish, there was a school of fish floating all over the sea, and the flames burned the skin of those fish.

Fish oil flowed from them, and the fire burned even more violently.

The crowd was busy from night to morning, and the sea was no longer visible.

As far as the eye could see, it was full of fish corpses, and the flames were still somewhat affected by the presence of seawater.

After a day and a night of fighting, many people in the sky were already crumbling.

Ink Scar Xuan looked around, and then used his spiritual sense to scan the area.

In the spiritual consciousness, there is not the slightest breath of living beings. He felt a little relieved, waved his big hand, and let everyone go back to the shore to rest first.

Ink Marks fell at the back of the group, slowly approaching the shore.

A fishing boat sailed into Ink Marks' field of vision, and he flew up into the sky.

Taking advantage of the time to return, he sat cross-legged, holding a spirit stone in his hand, and quickly recovered his state.

The boatman swung the oars, and a clam in the sea clung to the oars, and then the force of the oars shifted to the cabin.

When Ink Marks returned to the shore, his state had recovered.

Everyone had already prepared food on the shore, and as soon as Mo Jixuan got off the boat, everyone handed over the food.

After briefly using the food, Ink Mark Xuan found a branch and drew a defense map for everyone on the beach.

The strangeness in the sea has appeared twice in succession, and everyone's stereotypical thinking has also changed.

I also learned that danger does not only come from the forest, but also the defense of the sea.

However, in comparison, the creatures of the sea cannot leave the ocean for the time being, even if it is the same monster yesterday.

But even then, the arrangement of fortifications was imperative.

On the beach are painted watchtowers, each of which is more than ten zhang high.

These towers were not built for ordinary people, but were used by monks from the coastal city, and they had to master the art of controlling the sky.

Therefore, the structure of the watchtower is very simple.

Dig the foundation first, then find a few large tree trunks and plant them in the sand.

There are huge boulders around it, even if these tree trunks are fixed. The tops of the three trunks are then tied together with rattan, and when the three trunks are combined, there is a natural platform at the top.

It is difficult for ordinary people to climb such a watchtower, but the monk can fly directly to the top with the art of controlling the sky, and then sit on the platform.

The construction of the watchtowers is carried out very quickly, and in less than half a day, five watchtowers have been erected on the seaside.

At the same time as these watchtowers were being built, mortals also began to transport stones towards the sea.

The purpose of these stones is not to build walls, but to arrange a series of formations.

This job is not a difficult task for Ink Mark Xuan now, after all, there are already many people who can serve as coolies right now.

The depiction of the formation is also in full swing, and in the evening, a large area of formation has been arranged at the entire south gate.

Everyone was also tired enough, and took advantage of the shift change time to light a bonfire on the beach. Everyone ate barbecue and drank fruit wine, and life finally returned to normal.

After resting, it was busy until noon on the third day, when the defense line of the seaside was established.

Ink Marks Xuan flew up the watchtower, and his vision suddenly widened a lot.

The sea area where the previous battle was fought is faintly visible, and even if you don't need to use your spiritual sense, you can spot anomalies in the distance.

Looking at the formations placed along the coastline, I don't know if they can completely resist the invasion of the creatures in the sea, but how much can they delay the other party's footsteps.

As long as there is such a buffer opportunity, then Marina City is not dangerous.

He flew down from the watchtower and kept watch for another half day, urging the completion of some remaining work.

In the evening, he returned to the city by the sea.

He was accompanied by the first group of people who came to fish and garrison here.

At this time, everyone was completely unaware that in the crowd, the boatman who had come to pick up Ink Mark Xuan earlier had several light-colored scales growing on his arm.

The scales are similar to those of a fish, but softer and more transparent.

The boatman walked through the crowd and did not show the slightest abnormality.

It wasn't until the evening that the group returned to the coastal city, and after exchanging pleasantries, they said goodbye and returned home.

At night, the bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and the night was quiet.

At this time, on the outskirts of the coastal city, fusion is also taking place in the boatman who lives alone.

Countless scales grew out from under his skin like crazy, and he trembled violently up and down.

However, he did not let out a scream from beginning to end, and when he looked at his eyes again, he found that the eyes that were originally embarrassed had lost any color, and only a hollow remained.

The transformation continued, and the boatman's clothes were torn to pieces.

The transparent scales gradually covered the boatman's body, and his body was also a few inches taller, and his body began to reveal an indescribable momentum.

Soon, the boatman's body stopped trembling, and his empty eyes slowly regained his look.

Ho ho ......

A hoarse growl came from the boatman's mouth, and then moved his throat, after another attempt.

A few simple syllables came out of his mouth.

"I ...... It's ......"

"Who?"