Ethan had just taken control of the situation, but the beasts were still coming out of the ocean endlessly.
Ethan thought," Once this shit is over, I'll make a seafood festival for three days nonstop. Damn it. I'll cook that ocean emperor bastard soon too."
Using flying knives didn't consume his force energy, only mental energy—and that was one thing he didn't lack. So the minced meat was already piled into a huge hill.
While Ethan was cursing, the beast tide suddenly started retreating. Everyone was surprised. Finally, those damn things were going back to where they came from. Cough—well, back to the ocean.
Ethan was about to vanish into the wilderness, but then he heard a voice behind him.
"Wait!"
Ethan knew exactly whom this deep voice belonged to. He didn't bother to look back.
Instead, he replied in a deep voice, "President, I respect you very much. Please don't ask me anything. Have a good day."
