"Bastard, you really want to fight to the death!"
On the damaged deck, ten abyssal players gathered together and glared at the pirate leader opposite them.
This was a group of real bandits, and there were traces of life and death battles all over their bodies. Although they were not ferocious evil ghosts, they gave people the feeling that they were a group of demons dancing wildly.
However, while talking and laughing, he would take people's lives.
The pirate leader in front was dressed like a one-eyed Dragon, covered in rust and tattoos.
His dark muscles were like steel, containing a terrifying power that seemed to be able to tear people into pieces.
At this moment, he had a smug smile on his face as he looked at the abyssal players in front of him.
If it had been ordinary Pirates, they would have been flustered and would not have dared to go against the abyssal players.
