The Fishman, knocked to the ground by the hammer, fell into a momentary blank. He looked at Wu Chang with his sunken eyes and cursed:
"Damn it, I, Da Gang, curse you and that bitch! You repeatedly desecrate the sea, my lord will surely make you regret it."
Wu Chang paused, the hammer in his hand about to strike again, and curiously asked, "Which bitch?"
The Fishman, who called himself Da Gang, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with sharp teeth and mumbled:
"Of course, it's your Ogre people's master."
Wu Chang raised an eyebrow, "You mean the Great Saint Mother?"
Da Gang snorted coldly, his body swelling again, growing up to five meters tall. He used his throat and chest cavity to resonate, emitting a low, ancient call.
As Da Gang's call spread, the locals of Briff on the scene clutched their bodies in pain, their clothes tearing as their bodies rapidly grew scales along the seams of the torn cloth.
