The heavy rain gradually stopped, and on the surface of the river, many bodies floated only to sink again. Someone lit a fire torch, and the area of the river was tinged with a diffused red, the smell of blood mixed with the post-rain freshness assaulting the nostrils.
Sang Tian, the Lead Owner of Sky Ghost Fort, his face a ghastly shade of iron, his gums clenched, he had not expected that a mere merchant's son could possess such capability, to have killed so many of his men.
No, that Jin Yu, still a sickly young master; he didn't have such skills. Then, there must be someone assisting him.
Who, who could it be?
Sang Tian looked towards the ship that seemed particularly serene in the darkness. Who were the people on that ship? How many experts were there on board?
"Lead Owner."
"Have the reinforcements arrived?" Sang Tian asked through gritted teeth. If he did not annihilate these two ships here, how would Sky Ghost Fort carry on, and where would their face be?
