In the blink of an eye, the deck of the broken ship had turned into a river of blood.
The cultivators with the bronze oars attacked all the targets they could see as if they had fallen into a state of madness.
The cultivators on the deck let out indignant roars. They didn't expect to fall at the last checkpoint after passing through so many obstacles.
Many of the cultivators who were injured were attacked by their companions, even if they had been fighting side by side not long ago.
Sure enough, in the face of benefits, this kind of temporary cooperative relationship was not reliable at all.
Most of the cultivators avoided the battle, but they kept their eyes on the bow of the ship.
It was the best landing spot, the closest to the shore, and the first to land on desire Island.
It was for this reason that a brutal battle occurred, and everyone wanted to occupy this perfect landing spot.
