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The giant tortoise's gaping maw was like an abyss, its invisible suction force drawing swarms of sea beasts into its belly.

The vanguard of the beast tide was swept away, leaving a brief blank space on the sea. But just a few breaths later, the sea beasts surging from behind filled the void, more numerous and larger than before.

They charged over the corpses of their companions, their scarlet eyes filled with nothing but frenzied killing intent.

The giant tortoise opened its mouth again and devoured a second wave.

This time, the suction was even stronger, and seawater within a radius of tens of thousands of feet rushed into its giant mouth, sweeping in dozens of third-tier sea beasts.

At the same time, the enormous black shadow behind the beast tide finally moved forward slowly. Li Hanshan's divine sense pierced through the seawater and vaguely saw an outline—it was a giant serpent with several heads.

It is this being that is driving away the beast tide.

It doesn't seem to be in a hurry to take action itself, but is instead trying to deplete the island turtle's strength.

The beast tide surged in for the third time.

The sea beasts charging at the forefront this time have reached the fourth rank, equivalent to the strength of the early Nascent Soul stage.

They leaped from the crest of the wave, crashing into the giant turtle's neck that was protruding above the water.

The giant tortoise suddenly turned its head and swallowed several fourth-tier demonic beasts. However, due to the attack of the fourth-tier demonic beasts, the giant tortoise was unable to stop the entire beast tide.

Monsters began to rush towards Seagod Island.

The gods finally moved.

Li Hanshan stood on the shore, the ground beneath his feet undulating. He gazed at the figures emerging from the Sea God Temple, his eyes narrowing slightly.

These divine generals were all burly and muscular, with muscles like iron. The oldest of them, the one Ayan called "Uncle Liu," was about fifty years old. His skin was a grayish-blue color that resembled stone and gleamed with an iron-like luster in the sunlight.

His aura was calm and deep, like an old tree rooted in the sand.

"Welcome the tide!"

Uncle Liu shouted, and more than a dozen generals stepped forward and stood in a row on the beach.

They didn't use any magical artifacts; they crossed their arms in front of their chests and leaned slightly forward, as if welcoming an iron wall that was about to crash into them.

A fourth-tier sea beast burst out of the waves and crashed heavily into Uncle Liu.

The impact was powerful enough to collapse a small mountain, but Uncle Liu only took half a step back, his feet sinking into the sand to steady himself. He suddenly reached out with both hands, grabbed the sea beast's upper and lower jaws, and with a roar, tore a gash in the sea beast's mouth.

The sea monster roared in pain, and Uncle Liu seized the opportunity to punch it in the open throat. The force of the punch pierced through its scales, and black blood gushed out.

The other divine generals were equally fierce in battle. Some used their bodies to withstand the charge of the sea beasts, some pounced on them to engage in hand-to-hand combat, and some used their hands to grapple and throw the sea beasts to the ground. Their fists and knees were their sharpest weapons, and each attack was accompanied by a dull cracking sound.

However, Li Hanshan noticed that the true characteristic of the divine generals lay in their defensive capabilities.

Their speed and power are roughly equivalent to those of a mid-to-late stage Golden Core cultivator, but their ability to withstand attacks far exceeds that level.

Uncle Liu was struck head-on twice by that fourth-tier sea beast. An ordinary Golden Core cultivator would have had their bones shattered long ago, but he only suffered a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, continuing onward to face the next target. The divine generals were all wounded, but not one of them fell.

This is the source of their confidence in confronting fourth-tier sea beasts—they are indestructible.

However, the beast tide was too dense.

There were only a dozen or so divine generals, but hundreds of sea beasts. The defensive line was quickly torn apart, and several third-tier sea beasts rushed out from the breach, heading towards the village on the shore.

Li Hanshan took a deep breath, and the golden light on the surface of the divine infant in his dantian began to glow slightly.

His spiritual power had only recovered to about 10%, but his Nascent Soul level divine sense was still intact. He no longer held back, condensing his divine sense into an invisible sharp cone, which precisely pierced the forehead of a third-tier sea beast.

The sea monster's forward charge abruptly halted, its massive body trembling violently, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped its brain from within. It let out a painful howl, its legs buckled, and it collapsed to its knees on the beach.

Taking advantage of its momentary stiffness, Li Hanshan darted forward, his fingertips gathering a faint spiritual energy that pierced its eye socket. The sea beast's massive body crashed to the ground.

The second, the third. His spiritual attacks were precise and deadly; each strike briefly paralyzed a sea beast before he finished it off in the most effortless way.

A divine general was caught in the crossfire of two sea beasts, his left arm bitten and bleeding profusely; he was already on the verge of collapse. Li Hanshan swept past from the side, his divine sense spike precisely piercing the sea of ​​consciousness of one of the sea beasts. The sea beast swayed violently, and the divine general seized the opportunity to smash its skull with a punch.