On the other side.
In a maritime area ten nautical miles from the Other Shore Island.
The big battle is still underway.
Roars, battle cries, and growls echo through the night sky.
Corpses litter the warships, and bodies are floating everywhere in the ocean.
Blood tints the warships and sections of the ocean red.
Despite the assassins of Violet Group being very strong, they cannot withstand the fierce attacks of more than thirty thousand people from the Twelve Major Organizations.
Thus, even though the assassins of the Violet Group are fighting desperately, their casualties are nonetheless staggering.
"Swear to guard the Violet at all costs, fight them till the end!"
"Fight, kill, kill, kill!"
The assassins of the Violet group roar defiantly, dragging their injured bodies as they continue to charge against the people from the Twelve Major Organizations.
At this moment.
On one of the warships.
Morris, Aputon, and Robert stand there with indifferent expressions.
