But in front of them was a wall of copper and iron, and they were just an egg; no one wanted to smash into it. In the surrounding air, there were invisible hands ready to snap their necks at any moment, and there was no one who wasn't afraid.
Not to mention, many had families and subordinates; who would want to die so easily?
People on the deck held guns and swords; their thoughts varied, but their faces remained silent.
The loss of blood had weakened Chou Luo's voice of anger considerably. He was slumped there, and who knew how many people below the large ship had witnessed this scene.
