Chapter 668: Extreme Terror
"Alright, you heard that? The Merfolk belong to me now. You can all scram."
Since the pirate had already let it slip, Loren saw no point in hiding anymore. He directly removed his hood.
There couldn't possibly be any worshippers of the God of Light and Fire here. And even if there were, and even if they relayed the message to the God of Light and Fire, He wouldn't be able to rush over.
That earlier interception of Loren had probably cost Him quite a bit. He wouldn't come a second time.
Besides, He already knew that Loren could use the Moon card to briefly restore himself to his peak. He wouldn't casually come looking for trouble with Loren again.
The pirates didn't leave, nor did they fight back. They simply watched Loren in silence.
They didn't dare gamble on whether the Loren before them was fake, but they also couldn't bear to give up the Merfolk.
Seeing that they had no reaction, Loren simply walked toward the lakeside.
"This is the territory of the Drowned Bone Pirate Crew. No crossing..."