Aftermath

It really was Mendes!

The moment he drew near the Tulip, the G-hook began to heat up and point out its location.

Li Yan had already begun to suspect him. The spell that had just controlled the school of fish was related to Mendes.

Now it seemed that was indeed the case.

Li Yan truly knew nothing about Western sorcery.

But he did know one thing: the rules of this world would not change. No matter the sect or school, they were all much the same.

As long as he disrupted the ritual altar, he could interrupt the spell.

The Soul Severing Throwing Knife shot out with a howl. Blade Light flickered in the air, spinning once as a spray of blood erupted.

Mendes let out a scream and crashed to the ground, both his hands severed cleanly.

Li Yan was in no hurry to finish him off.

For one thing, the man's identity was important. He was very likely connected to the opium and the Jianmu organization, and there were many things that needed to be clarified.

For another, the Yin Office mission he had accepted was not merely to eliminate this man. He also had to uncover the origins of the foreign demons.

After chopping off Mendes's hands, Li Yan rolled sideways without a word.

There were still quite a few pirates outside the cabin, firing all kinds of muskets.

The firearms in their hands were strange and varied. Some were already rusted, none had the same design, and there were even a few shoddy weapons they had assembled themselves. They were clearly things acquired through one sea battle and raid after another. Compared with the standard firearms of the Great Xuan Dynasty, they were worlds apart.

Even so, with so many of them, the gunshots still rang