The Big Guy Ran Away

San Dao and the others rushed quickly to the docks, boarding the flagship that billowed with thick, black smoke.

Even though the raid had passed, the mercenaries on the flagship generally wore flustered expressions.

The mercenaries of the Dragon Lion Mercenary Group, through Zong Ge's personal drilling and massive amounts of training, actually slightly exceeded ordinary silver-level mercenary groups in military competence. However, this was the world of the strong; once a strong figure fell, the blow to the morale of the lower and middle ranks was quite immense.

In a corner of the deck, many people had gathered around. Some attempted rescue, while others hopelessly called out the name "Lion Flag".

Relying on his influence as a small head, San Dao walked over, parted the crowd, and saw the "dead" Zong Ge lying there.

To outsiders, Zong Ge's eyes were tightly closed, and a blade wound sat across his chest; though not deep, it bled continuously.

Yet in San Dao's vision, it was a silver-level alchemical puppet lying there, bearing a wound that was not deep but steeped in the erosion marks of external battle qi.

Judging from the aura on the marks, the battle qi was only silver-level.

But could silver-level battle qi directly destroy the energy pathways on the alchemical puppet from the inside out in practically an instant?

A sharp gleam flashed through San Dao's eyes and vanished.

He squatted down and touched "Lion Flag's" wound. Rich combat experience told him that the enemy who attacked "Lion Flag" was definitely not a simple "silver-level".

It's very likely disguised by a gold-level; silver-level battle arts couldn't possibly achieve this extent! San Dao was very well aware of the materials used for this silver-level puppet.

As for why there was such a disguise, San Dao was clear: a