There were no experts on the slave ship, but there were still two people who could fly. They had wanted to fly up and attack the sword boat, but there were no machines, because the sword boat had taken the initiative to hit their ship.
Now that the slave ship was sinking, the few people who could fly naturally flew up as well. Zhao Hai would not let them go easily. He either hit them with the ship or attacked them with the magic formation cannons, knocking them down.
In the end, Zhao Hai's group stood on the sword boat and watched the slave boat sink into the sea. No one on the boat escaped. They all died.
"Awesome, this is awesome, hahaha." Yu Jinglin shouted with a face full of joy. He had never felt so happy before. The slave ships that usually swaggered in front of them had actually gone deep into the sea in the blink of an eye. This really made him feel extremely happy.
