The chaotic battle continued to rage as the ship slowly left the Black Fog again.
When sunshine reappeared, the chaotic battle instantly came to a stop.
A black glow danced around Yang Tiecheng's body, making him appear as if he were a demon god from hell. An overwhelming aura radiated from his body as he swept his gaze over the surroundings. The two barriers of sailors had already collapsed into a moaning heap of pain and agony.
Fortunately, they were only injured, not killed.
He breathed a small sigh of relief, yet killing intent instantly flashed across his face.
Two people were lying face up with blood gushing from their chests. Pools of blood had already formed under their bodies.
The mysterious assassin had appeared again!
It was evident that the assassin's target was Ling Han. After disposing of the two people who were in the way, they—
… Huh?