Old Master Mo paused for a moment, then bowed slightly.

“These juniors were reckless just now. In order to protect this sea area, they dared to offend you without knowing their own limitations.”

"I apologize on their behalf for their rudeness. I hope you will be magnanimous and not hold it against them."

When the old man, who claimed to be surnamed Mo, lowered his stance so much, Zhou Huai tightened his grip on the gun.

You can't hit someone who's smiling.

But he did not let his guard down.

In this chaotic world where people devour each other without spitting out the bones, in the face of these ancient monsters who have lived for countless eras, anyone who believes such superficial politeness will only meet a dead end.

Zhou Huai ignored Mo Lao's apology and instead astutely grasped the key words in the other party's words.

"The indigenous people in the ruins?"

Zhou Huai stood in mid-air, his gaze sweeping over the small boat and across his surroundings.

The ruins of Castrandis are extremely vast, but as far as the eye can see, the entire sea surface is densely covered with the corpses of countless marine creatures.

Severed limbs and severed arms, the stench was overwhelming.

The once vibrant deep-sea world has been transformed into a massive marine graveyard.

"Since you are the original inhabitants of these ruins..."

Zhou Huai turned around, and the Blood Dragon Spear drew a sharp arc in mid-air, pointing at the sea of ​​corpses.

"So, all those tens of millions of sea monsters in these ruins, were they all killed by you?"

When Zhou Huai first entered this space, he was puzzled. Such a large-scale massacre could not be accomplished by ordinary people.

Faced with Zhou Huai's questioning, Elder Mo did not hide anything.

He nodded calmly.

"good."

"All the strange beasts in this sea area were cleared out bit by bit by us, a few old, weak and disabled people, over several years."

Upon hearing this affirmative answer, Zhou Huai's brows twitched slightly.

"Why?"

Zhou Huai stared at Old Mo, his tone aggressive.

"Since you are the native inhabitants, these strange beasts should logically be considered companion creatures of your Seventh World. Instead of conserving your energy, you expend so much effort to clear out the beasts at your own doorstep?"

"This is not something a normal person would do."

Mo Lao sensed the probing in Zhou Huai's words.

He sighed and lowered his eyes.

"I won't hide it from you."

Mo Lao spoke, facing the sea of ​​corpses.

"We do this for two reasons."

"Firstly, it's for self-preservation."

"The laws within these ruins have long since collapsed. The beasts, corrupted by the resentment of the deep sea, have lost their reason and become madmen who only know how to devour."

"If we don't kill them all, we, the surviving remnants of our souls, will eventually become their food."

At this point, Mr. Mo paused for a moment.

He raised his head and looked directly at Zhou Huai.

"This second point is also the most important one."

Old Master Mo spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice echoing across the sea.

“We will kill all these beasts and cut off all sources of faith and energy.”

"It's to stop the true sea god from awakening from his slumber in this world!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding area fell silent.

Even the few powerful figures from the old era who were guarding the small boat trembled slightly upon hearing the words "Sea God," their eyes filled with deep fear.

Zhou Huai, suspended in mid-air, raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

He originally thought that these people were guards under the Sea God, and that they were fighting him to the death to protect their master.

But now it seems that things are not like that at all.

"Stop the resurrection of the Sea God?"

Zhou Huai stroked his chin and chuckled softly.

"Judging from your tone, it seems..."

"You people are not with the Sea God?"

As soon as Zhou Huai finished speaking, the faces of the people around the small boat turned red and their chests heaved violently.

The burly man spat a mouthful of bloody saliva into the seawater.

"In cahoots?"

His face contorted with groans as he gritted his teeth and growled, "How could we be in league with such disgusting monsters!"

"He's that Duan's lackey! We're not!"

The burly twin men, their arms severed, stared intently at Zhou Huai, their eyes red-rimmed: "If it weren't to stop that monster from reviving, why would we have killed so many strange beasts in this Dead Sea?"

"We, the pride of the Seventh World, will never allow ourselves to fawn over such people!"

Zhou Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Not in cahoots?"

He twirled the Blood Dragon Spear in his hand, then pointed the spear tip downwards, withdrawing the outward pressure.

"This is interesting."

Zhou Huai hovered in mid-air, the lightning in his dark golden eyes receding as he looked down at the group of people below.

"If you are not the sea god's lackeys, then who are you?"

The burly man gritted his teeth and straightened his back.

He turned to look at the white-haired old man on the small boat and said loudly:

"We are all followers of Master Mo."

"Our sole purpose in surviving until now is to protect Elder Mo's safety, even if it means being torn to pieces!"

Zhou Huai turned to look at the gaunt old man named Mo Lao.

He could not sense any fluctuations in magical power from the old man.

The other person was hunched over, no different from an ordinary person on the verge of death.

How could an ordinary person inspire such unwavering devotion from these powerful figures of the old era, whose strength had reached the peak of SS-level? Even to the point of burning their life essence and risking their lives?

Before Zhou Huai could speak, the burly man continued, "Don't let Master Mo's current appearance fool you. Back in the Seventh World, Master Mo was our top forging master!"

"Not only that..."

The pale-faced young man next to him coughed up a mouthful of seawater and loudly corrected him, "It's the Divine Craftsman!"

"The only master craftsman in the entire Seventh World!"

The young man pointed to the harpoon in the burly man's hand, then to the dark chains scattered on the distant sea, and raised his voice.

"These top-quality equipment we have, capable of sealing laws and fighting beyond our level, were all personally crafted for us by Elder Mo back then!"

"Without Elder Mo, we would have been reduced to ashes long ago when the era ended!"

Zhou Huai tightened his grip on the gun.

His face remained expressionless, but his breathing became erratic for a moment.

Master craftsman!

No wonder these guys, who are only SS-level, can unleash such amazing combat power with just a few items and formations.

No wonder those dark chains could ignore some of his law defenses. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The source of all this was actually this withered old man in front of them, who showed no signs of power.

This must be a top-tier blacksmith who has reached the pinnacle of SSS-level!

Zhou Huai deeply understands the value of a high-level professional.

One of his own clones, Ou Yezi, who was revered by the world as the number one blacksmith of the Great Xia Dynasty, was only SS-level.

Ou Yezi, a mere SS-rank expert, has already attracted countless top forces in the Great Xia Kingdom. Even the military treats him as an honored guest, and countless professionals are willing to go bankrupt in order to have him forge a piece of equipment.

But the old master Mo in front of us is an SSS-level master craftsman who is a whole grade higher than Ou Yezi!

An existence that could wield immense influence before the end of an era!

“No wonder Mr. Duan resurrected him...” Zhou Huai lowered his eyes, “If we can control this SSS-level master craftsman, the foundation of the Dawn Guild will undergo a qualitative change.”