"Senior Brother... Quick... Go..."
The light in their eyes gradually faded, but there was a trace of reluctance, an unwillingness to part with the person before them.
"Ah!!!!!!!"
Wang Shengyuan roared angrily to the sky, and with a pop, a mouthful of reverse blood sprayed out violently.
...
...
Outside of Wuhua Island.
Of the three large ships the Qi family possessed, only one remained now.
The two ships beside it, engulfed in flames, were sinking into the ocean step by step.
A man dressed in luxurious clothing, with a silver half-mask covering the upper half of his face, held the throat of a Qi Family Disciple, stepping forward on the deck.
The face of the Qi Family Disciple showed a struggle, and he desperately clutched the man's wrist with both hands.
Noticing the situation, the man glanced down at him and had a sudden realization:
"Oh... I'm sorry."
His voice was sincere, and his attitude was earnest.
