Splintered planks of wood and even a few bloated corpses floated on the water, bobbing listlessly on the murky waves.
The thick stench of blood in the air was nauseating.
The reefs along the shore were stained a dark red. Broken barricades and collapsed arrow towers were strewn everywhere.
In the distance, deep within the island, the sky glowed with the light of fires. The fierce cries of battle and the clash of weapons rolled in like muffled thunder.
Just then, a clearly overloaded Treasure Ship came wobbling out from the island's interior.
A stocky figure stood at the bow—it was Li Lei, the Chief Disciple of the Kun Earth Institute.
Two extraordinary-looking longspears hung at his waist. The ship was piled high with boxes and bundles of all sizes; even the corners of some expensive furniture poked out.
"Nephew Li!"
Shen Xiuyong called out, "What's it like in there? Are the pickings rich?"
"Junior Martial Uncle Shen! Rich! It's incredibly rich!"
