The beach instantly descended into chaos, amidst various hoarse shouts in a cacophony of voices, disorganized Japanese pirates surged towards Yang Tiansheng and his men like a tide. Meanwhile, the Japanese pirate ships about to land quickly lowered their gangways...
Indeed, as Zhou Fu had predicted, seeing that the ambushers numbered only a few hundred to a thousand, the Japanese pirates didn't think of retreating but attempted to overwhelm them with sheer numbers, aiming to crush this force quickly!
"Go coordinate with Zhou Fu to move the troops!"
Yang Ge, grabbing his Cold Moon Blade, rose to his feet, shouted to Gu Tong behind him, then with the Cold Moon Blade in hand, leaped from the 20-meter-high cliff top, slashing out more than a dozen blade lights resembling flowing ribbons in midair, cascading down like a waterfall into the mass of gathered Japanese pirates.
