Player Reload

The survivors rushed out of the Tu Family residence, not taking the winding mountain path, but relying on their Qinggong to run directly down the slope, cutting through the obstructing vines and venomous snakes along the way.

After crossing two slopes, they could finally no longer hear the piercing screams.

"Look, there are people over by the port!"

The only one without martial arts skills, Wang Biliu, who had been clinging to Su Konghu, fell to the ground and excitedly pointed towards the distant port.

At the semicircular dock, the largest five-masted sailing ships had already sunk or were half-sunken for some unknown reason.

Only three three-masted ships and a few small boats remained, shadowy figures standing on them as if hurriedly preparing to set sail.

All survivors knew that taking a ship to escape the island was their only chance. They raced desperately down the mountain.

Cao Meng, with horrific wounds on his shoulder and clothes soaked in blood, was exhausted and supported by the only remaining members of the Fanhe Gang as they sprinted along the slope, gradually falling to the back of the group.

Behind them, the relentless howls and footsteps sounded again, growing closer. They could already smell the indescribable fishy, bloody stench in the wind.

"..."

The face of the middle-aged gang member on the left changed abruptly, struggling for a moment before flinging away Cao Meng’s arm and escaping alone.