By the time those indigenous pirates realized what was happening, it was already far too late. Li Mochou’s sword, like a reaper's scythe, mercilessly claimed their lives.
Lu Zhanyuan was not idle either. His figure flickered as his sharp blade wove through the crowd, every sweep leaving a trail of blooming blood.
Cries of agony, pleas for mercy, and curses intertwined, but none of it could stop the slaughter brought by Lu Zhanyuan and Li Mochou.
Chapter 78