"It's him!"
When they saw the face of the person striding across the waves, they cried out in unison.
The comer was none other than Julius Reed!
From the shore, he had watched the two sides fight to the death with a telescope before dashing over the waves.
"Is... is it him?"
Maurice Springs's heart skipped a beat, realizing he had indeed fallen into a trap!
"You recognize him?"
The Three-Armed Underworld King glanced at his severed arm and coldly said, "This arm of mine was a gift from that man before us!"
"And my son, he too died by his hand!"
Maurice Springs coughed, clearly lacking strength and heavily injured.
"You're not up for it, let me handle this!"
The Three-Armed Underworld King laid Maurice Springs down on the ground, drew two steel swords, and walked toward Julius Reed.
Thump!
As he neared the ship, Julius Reed leaped gracefully, landing directly on the deck.
"Long time no see, have you chosen your grave yet?"
