On an island, five Crab Kings gathered together. Suddenly, a streak of light tore through the sky and arrived.

"Golden Pincer!"

Thud! 

A corpse as massive as a small mountain was thrown onto the ground.

Golden Pincer grinned ferociously. "Patriarch, the three Longevity Islands have been taken. The one running the formation, Huan Shou, is dead, and its body is here."

Golden Mud looked at the massive turtle corpse and nodded. "Well done. Go get some rest. We'll need you again when we break into on the inner thirty-six islands. As for the corpse, it's all yours."

Golden Pincer let out a low chuckle and swept his gaze across the other four demons before turning away in triumph. As that openly provocative look passed over them, the expressions of the four crab clan patriarchs shifted subtly.

After he left, Crimson Flame...