"Kill!"
Lin Hao watched Michelle Miller coldly and waved his hand lightly.
"Roar!"
Three thousand Nagas roared in unison, swinging their warhammers, shaking their tails, and charging towards the Half Mermaid flock.
Like slicing through melons and vegetables, in an instant, blood splattered, and flesh flew everywhere.
These Half Mermaids were no match for the Nagas, not to mention the Nagas had the advantage in numbers?
In less than three minutes, thousands of Half Mermaids were beaten into a pulp.
The sea was stained red and soon dispersed again.
Only the three thousand majestic and strong Nagas remained, wielding weapons and surrounding everyone on Death Island.
There was no suspense when the Nagas made their move; Michelle Miller didn't even bother to watch.
She knew the outcome.
However, she was very regretful that she couldn't report what happened here back to headquarters.
But now she also knew that she probably only had one way out—death.
