There were still very few Vengeful Ghosts and Fierce Spirits within Zhou Xu's Soul Binding Rope. The main reason was that he had barely refined or enhanced the Soul Binding Rope, making it basically impossible for this Epic Grade equipment to display its full might.
However, the Soul Binding Rope's material was inherently tough. When necessary, using it to bind an enemy would not be a problem.
During this process, Light and Shilke had also flown over, landing directly on either side of Eredar.
One on the left and one on the right, they looked like two great guardian warriors. The absolute disparity in strength made Eredar clearly realize that he no longer had even the slightest hope of turning things around.
Meanwhile, that fellow Delar was still moving with ease on this stormy sea.
When a small fleet without a top powerhouse at its helm encountered it, there was basically only one outcome: death. Even the Black Sail Fleet was no exception.
While Zhou Xu used all kinds of methods to beat Eredar into submission, Delar did not dare slack off in the slightest either. It swiftly smashed one Black Sail Warship after another, displaying its loyalty.
With Eredar restrained, the limited-sized Black Sail Fleet was truly no match for Delar on this vast sea.
His gaze swept over the surroundings. Looking at the sunken ships, Eredar took a deep breath and turned toward Light, a meaningful look in his eyes.
"Not bad, Light. You've actually learned to join forces with others."
Hearing the sarcasm in Eredar's words, Light's expression turned slightly awkward.
After all, to some extent, this should have been an internal matter of the Elf race.
But obviously, Light could not risk the survival of his people just because he was hung up on that issue.