"People on the ship, listen up. You have two choices. First, hand over Master Zhao obediently, then give me your soul blood and become my slaves. Second, I kill you all and take Master Zhao away myself."
Standing atop the White Bone Shark King was a young-looking man with shriveled, dry skin. He looked at the group and spoke slowly.
Upon hearing this, Xia Rui replied, "Hmph! I already sent word to Tian Yuan City. If you dare touch Tian Yuan City's people, be prepared to die without a burial!"
"Are you talking about this?" Just as Xia Rui thought his words would make them wary, a lively voice came from behind him.
Everyone turned to look and saw a scantily clad beautiful woman speaking. Even more surprising was the green orb floating above her right hand. Inside it, a yellow transmission talisman darted about like a fish, crashing against the orb from all directions.
At the same time, two figures appeared to the left and right of the warship. One had green skin all over his body, while the other was a one-armed monk.
All three of them were actually late-stage Deity Transformation cultivators.
Everyone aboard, except Zhang Tie, turned pale. Even without these three newcomers, the White Bone Shark King and the young man standing on its back were already difficult enough to handle. With the addition of the three newcomers, this was simply a dead end.
And their only hope had been cut off by the enemy as well.
"Captain, what do we do?" Fairy Zhang asked, her face deathly pale.
"What else can we do? At worst, we fight to the death. Are we supposed to become someone's dogs?" Jia Long's aura surged, white lightning flashing ceaselessly over his body.
"Do not entertain any other thoughts.