Lan Mu carried Arida out of the room. There were no other living people left on the entire ship.
He found a life jacket and put it on Arida, then jumped through the hole pierced by the flaming spear into the sea. Supporting the weakened Arida, he swam away on his back.
The small yacht they had arrived in had already been blown far away by the wind and waves. Lan Mu swam for a long time before catching up, then pushed Arida aboard.
Lan Mu did not get on board. Instead, he swam back more than ten meters and transformed into a Balrog once more.
Looking at the already badly damaged luxury yacht, Lan Mu gathered magma in his hands again.
More and more magma collected, once again forming a flaming spear.
This spear was thicker and larger than before. It shot out, piercing straight through the luxury yacht and bursting out through the stern.
The flaming spear also carried an explosive effect. The hull let out a tremendous groan as steel plates exploded apart. In the end, it broke into two pieces and slowly sank beneath the sea.
Only after doing that did Lan Mu transform back into an elf and swim aboard. He hurried back with Arida.
On the way back, he kept worrying about Fang Moqi. Had he succeeded or failed?
After all, that place was a dragon's den and tiger's lair. Could Fang Moqi handle it alone?
He had only brought a small pistol and twenty grenades. Wasn't that too careless?
As he thought, he drove the car into the garage, carried Arida on his back, and rushed into the villa.
"Uh..."
The moment he entered, he saw Fang Moqi sitting on the sofa with a deep frown, looking through the information the Black man