Before the pirates launched their attack, Wang Dong'er led the Fuyi in making preparations on the island.
There was little they could actually prepare. Ordinary traps would have no effect on these pirates.
Even if they laid traps here, the enemy might circle around to the other side when they attacked.
All Wang Dong'er could do was teach them a few techniques for fighting and killing. If they could not win, they should run. That was better than losing their lives.
This was destined to be a bloody war.
As night fell, the Fuyi cooked by the shore and ate a hearty meal.
For some of them, this might be their last.
Everyone rested where they were, leaving a few people to take turns keeping watch, lest the enemy use the cover of night to circle around to another side of the island.
As dawn approached, the Fuyi rose one after another, weapons in hand, ready for battle.
Their weapons were wooden sticks embedded with pieces of white metal.
They could draw on the island's power of light and channel their attacks through the metal.
Thus, even without soul power, they could fight the pirates using the power of light.
The first ray of sunlight shone across the sea, and Bright Island appeared in the world.
"Charge!"
The pirates sailed their ships toward Bright Island at top speed.
At a glance, Wang Dong'er saw that there were at least a hundred of them.
When the ships were less than two hundred meters from shore, the pirates fired their cannonballs.
"Take cover!"
The Fuyi scrambled to dodge the incoming cannonballs.
Wang Dong'er took out the Golden Dragon Spear and knocked some of the cannonballs down before they could land.
After a round of bombardment, the ships drew closer again and stopped