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At Blackfish Island's harbor, crates of silver and gold were loaded onto swift boats.

There were over a hundred vessels available here, but only twelve were fast enough. Including the one Yang Ling and his companions had arrived on, they had thirteen in total.

The remaining vessels were either too large or ordinary fishing boats that simply could not move fast enough.

Yang Ling ruled those vessels out. If they took them along, they would never make it back to the Zhao Kingdom in time.

According to the lord of Blackfish Island, the Zhao Kingdom was still at least seven days away, even aboard a swift boat.

Any other vessel would take more than half a month.

The Rong Tribe's Third-Grade experts were already heading their way. Half a month would give them enough time to catch up and slaughter everyone.

Things would get even more exciting once word that the Ancient Demon Clam had been eaten down to the last scrap reached that Rong Tribe Human Immortal.

So he had to wage a lightning raid, taking as much wealth as possible in the shortest time, then withdrawing immediately.

Over a hundred of Blackfish Island's experts stood near Yang Ling.

Even the weakest had Ninth-Grade cultivation, while the strongest were Seventh Grade.

They were the lord of Blackfish Island's private armed guards.

However unwilling they felt, they now had no choice but to follow their lord down this path to the bitter end.

Only then would they have a chance to survive.

The rest of Blackfish Island's senior figures were all lying on the ground.

Just like the Sky Wolf Guards knocked unconscious by the Demon-Quelling Saber.

They were not Fourth-Grade Grandmasters, so their weakened mental power could not recover quickly.

This freed up every available pair of hands, sparing