"Enemy attack!"
A heart-wrenching shout suddenly rang out on the Jingmin battlecruiser.
Immediately, it was drowned out by tragic screams.
Where Zhang Yuan's profound soldiers pointed, four or five able warriors of Jingmin couldn't dodge in time, and their bodies were instantly severed by the crimson sword aura, falling neatly onto the deck.
Their colorful innards, mixed with fresh blood, gushed out.
These warriors, with Tier Two or Three strength, had remarkably tenacious life force, not dying immediately even after being cut in half.
Their screams made the medium-sized warship boil over instantly.
"Why?"
A warrior from Jingmin who witnessed the tragedy couldn't believe his eyes and let out an enraged roar.
The people of Jingmin and the Wuqi tribe share the same ancestral bloodline, so why would Zhang Yuan, a barbarian, raise a blade against them?
