Over the vast sea, the dazzling explosion seemed to tear apart the last darkness before dawn.
When the light from the explosion dissipated, the sky revealed a pale white, with the morning light just starting to appear.
The private island had been bombed into rubble, with all buildings and equipment destroyed. Trees on the island were swept up by the fiery blast, burning fiercely and crackling loudly. Amidst the rolling thick smoke, a pungent, unpleasant burnt smell spread everywhere.
Not far from the island, three heads suddenly popped up in the sea.
"Bastards!"
"Don't let me catch you guys!"
Zhuge Hong's face was pale, and she was severely injured. After surfacing, she clenched her teeth in anger, cursing incessantly.
Zhuge Wei's clothes were tattered, and a significant portion of his hair had been burned away, revealing a conspicuous scar on the back of his head.
His expression was gloomy, his eyes filled with deep resentment, and he grunted without speaking.
