Chiba Aoi's faction was not the only force on the sea. More than a dozen speedboats raced to outdo one another, constantly patrolling and circling.
As far as the eye could see, besides floating debris and wreckage, there were many survivors who had jumped overboard before the ship sank, along with severed limbs and dismembered bodies, corpses floating on the water.
Hearing Lian Youming's words, Chiba Aoi glanced at the still-chaotic situation and gave her subordinates a look.
Under the blazing sun, the speedboat cut through the wind and waves.
Lian Youming struggled to straighten himself and did his best to regulate his breathing, but a round of breathing exercises sent stabbing pains through even his internal organs.
His Adam's apple bobbed. He opened his mouth and retched up several mouthfuls of hot blood, nearly collapsing, his face an ugly shade of golden yellow. Yet he soon forced himself upright again. His internal breath surged through his chest and abdomen, transforming into Heavenly Dipper Strength as he carefully tended to the injuries inside his body.
Lian Youming was pushing himself so hard not only for his own sake, but for the overall situation.
Because Xu Tian and his group had yet to return.
They were all leading experts of the age. Perhaps a moment of carelessness had allowed Mr. Corpse to lure them away, but with so much time gone and still no sign of their return, they had most likely encountered some extremely formidable opponents themselves.
Meanwhile, Gu Feiyan's battle had yet to end. There were Gan Xuansu, Nalan Wushe and their group, as well as Situ Wudi. Who knew whether some other unforeseen change might arise in the shadows? Besides, he had to witness Gu Feiyan's battle with his own eyes for this trip to have been worthwhile.