"Since there was something to gain, then I might as well give it a try."
Wei He watched the Rotten Fly Swarm wheeling through the sky.
With both hands held in sword fingers, he leaped up, flashing past one giant fly after another at breakneck speed.
Every giant fly he passed plummeted to the ground, first shrinking into a ball before suddenly shattering apart.
At Wei He's current speed, dozens of giant flies hit the ground in an instant.
These giant flies, comparable to ordinary Ming Gan True Persons, had thick hides and were tough as nails before other True Persons. Yet in the hands of an expert like Wei He, they were like paper mache.
The problem was that there were simply too many of them. No matter how fast Wei He was, he could not fly. Many of the giant flies were extremely swift, and once they realized he was difficult to deal with, they veered around him and attacked the others.
For a time, people and giant flies fought in a chaotic melee across the deck.
Wei He killed another two giant flies whose legs bore a reddish tint. These flies were much faster than ordinary giant flies, and their armored hides were also far thicker and tougher.
Even he had to exert a little more effort against them.
"Leader, this won't do. We need to find a way to get out of this area faster!" Zhao Yin transmitted from nearby, splitting three giant flies in half with a single sword strike.
There were simply too many giant flies. They had just killed quite a few, yet more were still surging madly from the sea, densely swarming toward the people on deck.
Wei He's heart sank as he saw that some people were already struggling to hold