"Left! He's going left—hurry and block him!"
"The left, my ass! He clearly ran to the right! Would you people just keep an eye on him!"
"He passed right under your nose—didn't you see him?!"
The gloomy depths of the sea had turned lively as more than a dozen Profound Immortals launched a manhunt for Jiang Ping An. Yet they could not stop him at all.
It was not only because he was fast and wore the Black Flame Armor, but also because he could foresee more than a dozen breaths into the future.
By predicting this group's movements in advance, Jiang Ping An sought out openings to break free from their encirclement.
Still, being pursued by so many people put him under immense pressure.
Finding an opportunity, Jiang Ping An swiftly shot out of the seabed and returned to the heart of the battlefield, bringing his pursuers back into the battle with him.
When Kunpeng Island's people saw the pirates appear, they immediately launched an attack.
Jiang Ping An promptly accelerated back into the depths of the sea. More than half the pirates chasing him had been lost, greatly reducing the pressure on him.
He continued circling through the seabed, occasionally picking up a few corpses.
Risking so much to participate in a battle—if he did not make a profit, it would be far too much of a loss.
Cong Rui was so furious that his nose twisted. So many pirates, yet they could not even catch a single man. It was utterly humiliating.
Just who was this guy?
Cong Rui dearly wanted to use the life-saving trump card on him to kill Jiang Ping An, but he had not completely lost his cool. Using a life-saving trump card just to deal with a Profound Immortal would be far