The army of the Sea Race paid a heavy price for their underestimation.
Without even engaging in combat, they were completely disordered.
They were like salted fish frozen stiff, allowing Ling Xiao to easily reap their lives.
Moments later, the battle had already ended.
When Dai Yaoling and the others arrived to provide support, each of them was dumbstruck.
After all, Ling Xiao single-handedly killing so many experts was an extremely bizarre scene.
"Don't just stand there, we're almost at the Northern Han Kingdom, let's hurry up and keep moving to avoid any more complications!"
Ling Xiao had no interest in appreciating their shocked expressions, the closer they got to the end, the more likely there were to be issues,—he did not want to lose all his previous efforts.
"I wonder how my mother is doing."
Dai Yaoling looked toward the distance and said worriedly.
"Don't worry, your senior is fine, she has her own opportunities."