The sea breeze howled wildly across the island, sounding like weeping ghosts and wailing wolves, adding a grim and desolate atmosphere to this bloody night.
Xu Lin's figure was concealed in the darkness, his eyes glittering like cold stars as he stared closely at the pirates scrambling outward like headless flies, though he was in no hurry to stop them.
With a flash, he moved like a ghost right behind the crowd. The treasured sword in his hand once again transformed into a flash of deadly cold light, mercilessly claiming the pirates' lives.
Chapter 165