"Yes, Master!" Bruce answered.
Bruce was clad in metal armor, even his head enclosed within a full-cover metal helmet.
Two metal horns protruded from the helmet, fitting perfectly over the two bony bull horns on Bruce's head.
He leapt from the raft onto the shore, planting one foot on the Tide Warrior who had just screamed.
His foot pressed down on the Tide Warrior's wound, nearly causing the pirate to die from pain.
Bruce gripped his long blade and roared, "You damned pirates have now been conquered by my great master!"
"Drop your weapons and kneel before me now, and you may yet have a chance to live!"
"Otherwise... anyone who dares keep resisting will be killed!!"
At that moment, Charles also flew up from the raft and landed on a pirate ship nearby.
The pirates aboard had already been cleared out.
With a slight twitch of his fingers, several clusters of firelight flew out and rekindled the candles that had gone out.
This brightened the surrounding area somewhat.
Quite a few pirate corpses lay scattered across the ground.
There were also pirates hiding in the shadows, watching the grotesque bodies of those Kuo-toa beneath the moonlight and firelight, as well as the corpses on the ground.
Some pirates even felt their bodies trembling beyond their control.
In the past, they had been the ones bringing slaughter and death to others. Now, the tables had turned, and they were the ones being massacred.
At last, one pirate could no longer bear it. He threw down his weapon.
"I surrender! Don't kill me!"
Clang!
The weapon hit the ground with a dull sound.
The pirate stepped out and knelt in the spot Bruce had designated.
That pirate's surrender was like the curtain rising, causing the morale of more pirates to crumble