The Young Master dared not take the risk. Once the navy attacked, they would have no time to evacuate, and the Demon Sect's centuries of accumulated wealth would go up in smoke.
He had no choice but to order a temporary retreat.
The Demon Sect's many experts instantly disengaged from battle and withdrew into the island's interior.
Only then did Zhao Feng and the others breathe a sigh of relief. Almost everyone had suffered injuries in the fierce fighting. They lingered no longer and plunged into the sea.
An hour later, they boarded a warship of the Great Yan Navy. The vessel was pitch-black from bow to stern, with a streamlined hull, clearly built from special materials.
"Just one?" Zhao Feng looked in surprise at the empty sea behind them.
"Yes. His Majesty arranged this. This warship is a Spirit Weapon he specifically ordered the navy to build, out of sight of the Demon Sect's spies. Otherwise, we really couldn't have bluffed them." Lu Bing smiled.
Zhao Feng, Su Qingwan, Nangong Wanwan, and Zhang Fan each found a cabin to meditate, heal their injuries, and recover.
All four had been wounded to varying degrees in the earlier battle.
That evening, Zhao Feng went to see Zhang Fan. The latter clearly was not surprised by his arrival.
"Brother Zhang, honest men need not speak in riddles. Who exactly are you?" Zhao Feng stared intently at Zhang Fan. There was always something unfathomable about this man.
"Right now, someone in the same boat as you," Zhang Fan said calmly.
"Your Highness, all you need to know is that my goal is the same as yours-to stop the Evil Gods from awakening. Everything else can wait."
Ten days later.
Dawn came a little later to Bluestone Harbor than to the Upper Capital. A