The battle on the ship quickly escalated, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and shouts and killing shaking the heavens.
The towering Blood Thieves crazily pursued, yet Zhao Sheng moved as if his feet were greased, incredibly agile as he darted around the deck in chaos.
Despite the commotion, his reactions were astonishing. Spells and magic artifacts clashed and exploded in the sky, with battles raging all over the deck.
However, like a fish swimming through water, Zhao Sheng weaved through the gaps with ease, occasionally throwing a few water balls and water arrows to hinder the enemy's pursuit, looking quite composed amidst the swirling chaos.
After a moment, and narrowly avoiding being speared by a blade spear, the towering Blood Thief stomped his feet in fury and banged his sword on his large shield with a clang, bellowing, "Hey, you little brat, stop running if you've got the guts!"
