Kristina and Ming Yue were still in the sea, swimming strenuously toward Biluo Island.
Defeat was coming like a landslide. They could clearly see the ships carrying the world's Martial Artists quickly catching up to Kristina's army. There was nothing to be done; her men were in hand-rowed boats that couldn't move fast. Some were even smashed to pieces by the larger vessels of the Martial Artists.
"Those wastes! All they do is run. Don't they know how to fight back?" Kristina seethed, grinding her teeth.
The 200,000-strong army of Biluo Island, along with a motley force of 50,000 assembled from Patrol Officers, armed police, and urban management officials, were all armed. They had guns, grenades, mortars, rocket launchers, and the like. If they had laid down suppressing fire, they could have made the Martial Artists from around the world pay a heavy price. But they were only focused on escaping, even casting aside their weapons to flee faster.
