Amid the water spraying into the sky, another warship was smashed to pieces. Shiryu was the one who struck. He had suddenly understood Ronglin's approach as well. With one slash, he cleaved the warship apart. There were still many soldiers aboard, but with nowhere to stand, they all fell into the sea and struggled to swim toward the nearby warships.
Ronglin watched everything coldly. He had already sunk three warships, and the one beneath his feet might very well be the last, because aboard it, he had encountered someone dressed rather distinctively. This person looked very much like a Commander.
Ronglin stepped forward and slowly walked toward the man. Two or three hundred soldiers surrounded him, but all of them feared Ronglin's Kamui. Not one dared to step forward and attack.
When the Commander saw Ronglin's sinister, vicious expression, he threw back his head and laughed. He had ordered Kerris Island sunk, cutting off every path to survival for the people on the island. He had long been consumed by guilt, his conscience constantly condemning and tormenting him. Now, seeing Ronglin come for revenge in a fury, heedless of everything, he suddenly felt a sense of release.
"Serves me right!" the Commander laughed. "I killed so many people, and I still had the nerve to live! Seeing you, I suddenly feel that perhaps only death can redeem me!"
Ronglin looked coldly at the Commander, whose mental state had already become somewhat abnormal. "Someone at your level doesn't have the authority to issue an order to wipe out an island, do you? Tell me who gave the order. The Five Elders? Or a Navy Admiral?"
The Commander stared wildly at his trembling hands and burst into laughter. "Blood! My hands are covered in blood! I actually killed so many people!"
"Sir!"