Chapter 543 - 241: Who on Earth?
Chapter 543: Chapter 241: Who on Earth?
To cause such a stir, there must be a large and powerful force.
But if it was a large and powerful force, they should be advancing from the perimeter inward, just like his own group.
Yet the situation now seemed as if this group had silently appeared right in the middle of Black Island and had begun slaughtering everything in sight.
This move made no sense!
While this approach was unexpected and could catch their enemies off guard...
...the problem was that it would leave them open to attack from all sides, surrounded by enemies.
No matter how high their Martial Arts were, casualties would be inevitable in such a situation.
’If the enemy had such skill, why would they do something like this?’
It was truly impossible to comprehend.
Just as he was musing on how inscrutable the people on this island were, he suddenly saw someone sprinting wildly toward them.
Before the white-robed young master had to lift a finger, one of his men leaped forward. With a single flash of his blade, the runner was cut down on the spot.
The white-robed young master was about to say something when suddenly, more footsteps could be heard.
The footsteps were frantic and irregular, clearly not from an organized force. They were like scattered sand... ’A rout!?’
The white-robed young master took a deep breath. ’Has Black Island already fallen?’
Their faces were etched with panic, scurrying like fish that had escaped a net.
As they sprinted, they kept glancing back over their shoulders, as if some terrifying beast were hot on their heels.
When they saw his group, they didn’t even hesitate, simply veering around them, but they absolutely refused to turn back.
The white-robed young master almost laughed out of sheer exasperation.
As members of Tingtiao Pavilion, one of the Eight Forbidden Areas of the East Sea, they were certainly worthy of being feared.
But this was the first time that an enemy had gone around them not out of fear for Tingtiao Pavilion, but out of fear for someone else... He suspected these people from Black Island hadn’t even recognized them as Tingtiao Pavilion disciples.
The white-robed young master took a deep breath and waved his hand.
"Stop them. Leave one alive and ask what exactly happened on the island."
"Who are they fighting?"
"How many people came?"
"And just who is this formidable force?"
The Tingtiao Pavilion disciples acknowledged the command, but the people of Black Island seemed to have been scared out of their wits.
They were single-mindedly focused on escaping Black Island.
Seeing someone blocking them, they first chose to go around. Only when they couldn’t avoid it did they fight for their lives.
They threw out techniques meant for mutual destruction as if they cost nothing.
Even the Tingtiao Pavilion disciples were left dumbfounded by the sight.
Not only did they fail to capture anyone alive, but several unlucky disciples were nearly taken down by these desperate, self-destructive techniques from the Black Island men.
Seeing this, the white-robed young master could no longer stand by.
"Continue to intercept them here, but be careful. Second Sister is on the ship; even if they make it to the shore, they won’t be getting aboard."
"I will go on ahead and see what is happening."
"Young Pavilion Master, please be careful!"
The white-robed young master nodded, then with a twist of his body, he soared into the air. Holding the hem of his robes with one hand, he stepped through the void, his feet never touching the ground, as if he were walking on waves.
Along the way, he saw many people from Black Island fleeing for their lives.
Some were Black Guards, clad in the black uniforms of Black Island, while others were the common raiders the island had recruited.
Ordinarily, Black Island maintained a strict hierarchy, with the raiders on the lowest rung. But now, all distinctions were gone. They shared a single, common goal: escape with their lives!
The more the white-robed young master saw, the more alarmed he became, but the more alarmed he became, the more curious he grew.
’It’s just fighting. Who hasn’t seen that?’
’In the battlefields of the Jianghu, isn’t death a common sight?’
’What kind of slaughter could possibly frighten these people into such a desperate rout?’
Finally, after passing through the thickets on the outer edge of Black Island, the view suddenly opened up!
In the next moment, a scene straight out of hell unfolded before his eyes.
The white-robed young master had expected to see a group of masters who killed without blinking, leaving no survivors in their wake.
Or perhaps some terrifying weapon that, once deployed, would leave no one standing...
But there was nothing.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a field of ruins.
Nearly all of Black Island’s structures had collapsed, as if they’d been overturned and shattered by some immense power.
Fierce flames licked at the debris, consuming what was left of the buildings.
What flowed in rivulets across the ground was not water... but blood!
The blood pooled into streams, which then converged from all directions to form a small river.
The river of blood churned, its overpowering stench making one want to retch.
And then there were the bodies.
They were everywhere, piled up like mountains... and they all shared one characteristic: not a single one was whole.
Even the white-robed young master, who prided himself on his extraordinary background and his familiarity with the world’s darkness and bloodshed...
...had never imagined a scene so utterly horrific.
’The people of Black Island deserved to die, of course... but weren’t their killers a bit too vicious?’
But as his gaze traveled further, he froze, as if he’d been nailed to the spot, unable to move!
There was no group!
In the center of the fray, surrounded by the last of the Black Island men who still had the courage to fight, stood only two people!
One wore a mask, their face obscured, but judging by their figure... it was a young woman.
She didn’t act, just quietly stood beside a man covered in blood.
At that moment, the man clenched his right hand into a fist and casually threw a punch.
The punch was silent, yet a series of cracking, splintering sounds erupted from the men in black standing in his way.
Without warning, their bodies exploded into clouds of blood mist, leaving not a single bone behind, only more blood to ravage the earth.
Then, with a few flicks of his fingers, a series of violent explosions rang out in all directions.