The Wang Lineage erupted in alarm, but there was nothing they could do. They could only watch helplessly as one of their companions was seized by that Shadowfang Poison Crocodile Clan expert.
There was simply no way to resist, because this Shadowfang Poison Crocodile Clan expert before them was even more powerful than the Fire Corpse from before.
That Fire Corpse alone had chased them everywhere, throwing them into a state of chickens flying and dogs leaping. Let alone this Shadowfang Poison Crocodile Clan expert before them—besides him, there were Bi Chen and seven other Shadowfang Poison Crocodile Clan experts. Such a lineup could slaughter the entire Wang Lineage ten times over.
Compared to the Shadowfang Poison Crocodile Clan, the overlords of this stretch of sea, let alone the few of them, even the entire Wang Lineage, even all the forces of Qi Nan Island combined, were pitifully weak.
Wang Mengyu clenched her little hands tightly. Veins bulged across the backs of her hands, and blood dripped drop by drop from her tightly clenched fists, though she did not notice it. She had dug those wounds into her palms out of sheer fury.
Flames of rage soared in her beautiful eyes as she stared straight at the Shadowfang Poison Crocodile Clan experts. Yet there was nothing she could do. Even if all of them joined forces and attacked together, they would still be no match for any one of these people. They could only endure whatever came their way.
If it truly came to that, they could only fight until the fish died and the net broke. They would never meekly surrender themselves to capture. The only thing giving her some hope was that they truly had nothing to do with E'Xiangtian's death. Although they had secretly wondered whether it