"Puchi!"
The fierce battle continued relentlessly.
A large number of cultivators were slain and fell from the sky.
Tie Chui and Zhao An, their eyes bloodshot, fought desperately, each lost in the frenzy of combat.
Xuanyuan Qingling wielded her sword with impeccable mastery, creating illusions like the sweep of a thousand arcs of light.
Each time an arc swept by, more than a dozen lives were claimed.
In just a moment, over half of the Giant Crocodile Gang had suffered casualties.
Of course, the Heavenly Court Gang had also incurred significant losses.
The battle was extraordinarily ferocious.
Lin E stood calmly atop the ship.
He was utterly indifferent to the life and death of his subordinates.
In his eyes, the strength of a faction lay in its strongest member, not in its numbers.
No matter how many there were, without a leader with overwhelming power, what use was it?
And if these people died, he could simply recruit another batch of members.
