The deck at the bow was vast, with an estimated length of twenty li. Human-shaped alien groups were scattered across it, numbering no fewer than two thousand.
That was only the bow. There were even more aliens along both sides of the ship, at the stern, and in the pavilions above. With so many sea creatures boarding the vessel, the number of aliens aboard had to be at least ten thousand!
To Bai Yang and the others, the alien groups on the ship were wealth—wealth enough to drive anyone mad.
Powerful aliens were treasures from head to toe. Their scales, blood, and bones were all precious materials, especially those of dragons. Even a single scale could fetch an astonishing price.
Now, the aliens aboard the ship were at their weakest. They were practically cabbages growing in a field. How could Bai Yang and the others pass up the chance to harvest them?
Rat-a-tat-tat... Guns roared and bullets whistled. The eight alien groups closest to Bai Yang and the others tried desperately to flee, but they still couldn't escape the bullets that took their lives.
The dead aliens reverted to miniature versions of their true forms within seconds. By the time Bai Yang and the others reached the bodies of the aliens they had killed, the deck was already strewn with fish, shrimp, and crabs.
"Good stuff! There are two Silver Knife Fish among them. Their bodies are comparable to eighth-grade divine weapons. If we take them away and refine them, we might even be able to make peak eighth-grade weapons!" Lan Xin said, her eyes shining as she came closer.
Eighth-grade weapons were precious. Many Earth Emperor Realm powerhouses didn't even have one. An eighth-grade weapon could make all the difference in a fight. If the bodies of those two