The flying demons seemed slow, yet moved swiftly. In the blink of an eye, they swarmed over, swooping down like an army of thousands.
Amid the clacking of mechanisms and piercing whistles, arrows shot out in rapid succession.
The people aboard this treasure ship belonged to a contingent under Pirate Commander Luo Jingwei. Over the years, Luo Jingwei had received Li Ling's secret support, giving him ample funds and reliable channels for purchasing magical artifacts and pills. Their equipment was therefore excellent.
These monsters that devoured raw flesh and drank blood possessed strength at the early-stage Qi Refining level, somewhere between mortal and transcendent. They could not withstand the sharp arrows at all.
But there were simply too many of them. After suffering several dozen casualties, they landed on the deck.
A late-stage Qi Refining leader stepped forward. Lightning flashed in his palm as he thrust it forward like a thunderbolt. Amid a deafening boom, flames exploded, scattering severed limbs and mangled bodies along with flesh and blood.
That single strike instantly cleared an area roughly ten feet across.
The people operating the mechanical crossbows gained a moment's breathing room and fired several more volleys, suppressing the demons' charge.
Before long, however, the demons behind them filled the gap and swooped down again.
The flying demons came in flocks, nearly covering the entire deck, with many more circling overhead, unable to land.
Fortunately, they had no effective means of attacking the ground and needed somewhere to land before they could strike. Otherwise, the ship would already have fallen.
"Why are there so many? Where on earth did they come from?"
The late-stage Qi Refining leader frowned as he swung his saber, hacking down enemies.
Just then, he suddenly felt a chill surge from the soles of his feet straight to