Within the water mist, a golden sword flew back, hovering at his side, with blood coagulating and dripping down the blade.
Below.
Zhao Qing and Yaao Qieming exchanged dozens of blows, his expression growing increasingly anxious and grim.
Where is Laang Li Xiong? Why hasn't he used his ultimate move yet?!
If this goes on, he won't be able to hold out.
Pretending to slash with his spear, he retreated explosively to the nearby boat.
Immediately, he focused his gaze, looking toward the water's surface.
The surface had long been stained red with blood; under the overlay of night and mist, he could barely make out numerous wrecked hulls and floating corpses.
Among those corpses, one in particular was especially large, not to mention the eye-catching tiger skin.
Tiger skin...
Zhao Qing was looking for Laang Li Xiong's position, hiding beneath the water surface, subconsciously ignoring these corpses.
But in the next instant.
Tiger skin?!
Laang Li Xiong! Dead?!
