European Sea Region, the Twelve Stars.
Secretary-General Abraham stared at the latest intelligence report in his hands, muttering to himself.
When he first received the report that Shi Ming was publicly selling the flesh of an unknown Holy Hall-level Sea Beast—the Abyss Lord—he, like Trellin from the Lighthouse, was filled with doubt. He only came to believe it after seeing that the *Da Yu* was providing a guarantee and assistance.
'So the Africa Sea Area actually has a supposedly active Holy Hall-level Sea Beast?'
'The Abyss Lord?'
'The intense fluctuations from the depths of the Sea of Boiling two months ago must have been caused by this creature called the Abyss Lord. Speaking of which, Black Gold is really unlucky! They'd just made some headway in suppressing the Nameless Cocoon and barely had a moment to breathe, and now they have to divert their energy to guarding against the Abyss Lord.'
He shook his head.
Compared to Black Gold, the Twelve Stars seemed much luckier.
