"Oh, indeed, this is a great opportunity," Jacob nodded subtly. Suddenly, he lifted his head, a cold smirk decorating his face. His right hand grabbed at the air, and the Temoro Sword within his hand was ready, it formed a blue radiance.
This blue radiance shaped into a straight line, slicing through the necks of the three Sea Patrol Rakshasas. With the disappearance of the blue light, the expressions of the three halted, their Qi diminishing in that instant.
"You... dare to hurt the Sea Patrol Rakshasas, you dare to fight against the Dragon King?" The leading Rakshasa, whose abilities were obviously superior to the other two, gasped in surprise straining through the pain in his neck, looking at Jacob.
This place was an anarchy area, to be honest, their existence as a Rakshasa was equivalent to that of gods, the number of inhabitants ranges from tens to hundreds of thousands in each tribe, but no matter the size of the tribe, a single Rakshasa could massacre its people.