Imilo turned his head and glanced at her, his hand once again unleashing a sword Qi.
The woman's body once again turned to mist, fleeing into the distance, "See you, whether you go or not is up to you."
Imilo glanced in the direction the woman had fled, but did not continue to chase after her, instead heading straight for the harbor.
Association.
Andre Willow, Moya, and many other members of the association.
Standing at the doorstep, watching the night sky repeatedly lit up by bright flashes.
Silently praying in their hearts, hoping that the association would come out victorious in the end.
...
Inside the Black Dragon Pirate Group's cabin.
The ceaseless booming and the ship's violent rocking.
Made 'Philippa' go pale, "Damn it, they're using that thing again."
This kind of frequent, intensive explosion.
She had heard it more than once and was sure it was their vice-executive's type of weapon.
Damn it, if they open fire on this ship, she wouldn't survive either.
