"Ancestral Spirit! Ancestors!... This... Ah, this!..."
The narrow strait was filled with surging tides, cold reefs standing firmly above the water, and the urgent cries of the whale were close at hand. Hunter Le Tian stared in amazement at the "Ice Snow Maidens" hunting the whale. He recalled his recent fear and glanced at the smiling leaders on the ship, his old face instantly flushed red.
"Uh... this... it turns out... some strange tribes from who knows where are actually whaling around the coast!..."
"Oh! Chief Divine! This group of whaling tribes... are really powerful!"
Exploration Captain Zuwaro stroked his chin, his face showing surprise, watching the mythical battle scene before him. Just ahead on the sea, a team of forty to fifty Tribal Huntsmen were hunting a giant beast over ten meters long, the immensely strong gray whale of the Northern seas!
At this moment, these strong sea hunters surrounded the crashing and calling whale, roughly divided into two parts.
