Chu Qianxun closed her eyes. Gao Yan and the others had not personally experienced the fear of being besieged by demons, nor had they personally experienced the powerlessness of being weak when they were enveloped in the battlefield of the strong, so they might not be able to understand her own thoughts.
âLudao is really quiet and beautiful, but I will not forget the journey along the way. In the world outside the island, countless people are dying, countless masters are rising, countless powerful demons are appearing.â After groping for a while, Tu Yibai took Chu Qianxunâs dagger, turned and walked downstairs, âSister Qianxun is right. Wait, I will catch up with you.â
âHey, Xiaobai, Xiaobai, donât go down alone, wait for me,â Gao Yan stomped and chased him.
âExcuse me, can you lend me a weapon too?â Zhong Hongfei stood in front of Chu Qianxun. The commander with such powerful skill turned out to be an auxiliary ability holder like him, which made him sincerely admire her and allowed him to find his direction.
Yan Xue drew out her dagger and handed it to him.
Chu Qianxun, Ye Peitian and Yan Xue stood on the top of the tall building, watching the battle that took place.
Even if they were only facing the first-order demons, the three of them looked dwarfed, and they were repeatedly threatened. Not long after, everyone was injured.
âDo nothing?â Ye Peitian said.
Chu Qianxun pursed her lips and said nothing.
After a while, she flashed both blades and jumped down. Wherever the figure passed, all higher-level demons fell, and only a few low-level demons with low attack power were left in several blocks.
âIâm watching here, you accompany Qianxun, there is a third-order demon in front,â Yan Xue set up a gun on the roof, and said to Ye Peitian that she would stay there and guard them.
Ye Peitian threw her a small red medicine bottle, âIf someone is seriously injured, give this to them to drink.â
âWhat is it?â Yan Xue shook the bottle.
âSpecial medicine.â
Ye Peitian jumped off the roof and chased Chu Qianxunâs figure.
***
It was almost dusk, and Ludaoâs wharf was extremely lively at this point.
Countless ships, large and small, returned across the sea on a little bit of light. After a day of hard work, the teams that went out to hunt demons returned to their safe homes during this time.
A ship laden with supplies returned from the waves, and the flag embroidered with a golden lion on the bow was violently waving in the sea breeze.
âItâs the Golden Lion, the ship of the Golden Lion Mercenary Group. They have found so many supplies again. Those who can join this mercenary group are lucky.â
âWhat luck? Thatâs strength. Who doesnât want to join the Golden Lion? It depends on the strength.â
âLook at the banner of Thunder Cloud. Boss Meng and the others are also back.â
âI heard that Boss Meng has meat for all three meals. I want to enter Thunder Cloud and I am willing even if I go in to look around.â
As the two ships approached the pier, people on the shore pushed each other and stretched their heads, wanting to see the style of the islandâs top powerhouses.
A tall and muscular man jumped off the golden lion-flag boat. He waited on the shore until Meng Rongxuan, the leader of Thunder Cloud, got off the boat and greeted him with a smile. The two men hugged each other a bit.
âWen Xing, you have returned with a full load again, congratulations,â Meng Rongxuan was obviously injured with a bandage on one hand, but he didnât care at all, and smiled at the head of Golden Lion, He Wenxing.
âWhy are you injured? Did you run to find the demon again? I have persuaded you, but you donât listen.â
Meng Rongxuan shook his head, âSure enough, Lao Tzuâs life was almost in its hands.â
âLao Meng, have you heard of the new mercenary group that has recently emerged on the island. Itâs very popular now.â He Wenxing coldly snorted, âThere is a third-order yellow sand ability holder in the team. I heard he had the strength to fight you. Huh, I donât know where the kid who doesnât know the height of the sky appeared.â
âIsnât it a good thing to have people like that?â Meng Rongxuan didnât care, âOur enemy are the demons. Naturally, the more masters in the base, the better.â
âItâs just that you have a heart,â He Wenxing also smiled. He patted his shoulder and said, âThatâs right, but I heard that the head of the mercenary group of the Heart of Winter is a woman. What could a woman do?â
â A woman?â In Meng Rongxuanâs mind, he thought of a figure that jumped over the roof of a car and inserted a knife into the skull of a demon, and he couldnât help showing a nostalgic smile, âDonât underestimate her. I have seen a young woman who canât lose to anyone.â
âReally? Is there a woman who can convince you, Old Meng?â
The two were talking, and gradually left the dock and walked toward the island. They did not see another boat rowing on the sea behind them.
The small fishing boat was full of limbs of various demons, with colourful translucent wings, sharp long arms and legs, and a thick, hard black body. Layers were stacked in the cabin to keep the waterline of the hull low.
âWhich mercenary group is this?â
âI donât know, there is not even a sign.â
âI donât even recognize the faces.â
âSo awesome, so many demons, and just a few people. How long did it take to kill them?â
The people on the shore whispered.
The crew of the ship went ashore without a word. They were bloodstained, and they were so tired that they were almost speechless.
The leading girl carried a pair of blades on her waist, and only a pair of deserted eyes could be seen from the blood on her face. Those eyes looked around, and the comments of the crowd of onlookers lowered unconsciously.
âLetâs go, Qianxun,â Ye Peitian carried Zhong Hongfei, who had fallen into a coma after being seriously injured in the battle. Gao Yan stretched out her hand behind him, and then Tu Yibai walked out of the boat.
Someone among the crowd said, âHeart of Winter, they are from Heart of Winter Corps.â