On the old face of one of the Fishman ministers surfaced a trace of hesitation, hesitantly speaking.
"What mysterious deity? Your Majesty of the Human Clan is right. If that truly were the deity, how could it trap the Father King and kill so many of our Fishman strongmen?"
The Fishman Princess finally spoke the words buried deep in her heart, insistently saying, "That is merely the root of chaos for our Fishman Kingdom!"
Once the Fishman Princess said this, all the Fishmen around were silent for a moment, merely nodding in agreement.
In fact, they had long vaguely realized this, but nobody was willing to break this window paper, after all, the current situation was unpredictable, and nobody knows exactly what is happening, so they dared not easily draw a conclusion.
"Understood, Princess!"
The Fishman minister who had initially questioned flashed with determination on his old face, and his body adorned in sea-blue magic robes vanished like a splash of water.
