"Well, it seems this little island isn't simple, eh? There are some skilled individuals on this island!"
On the foremost warship, a man in black clothing stood with hands behind his back at the ship's bow, gazing at the port of West Continent Island not far away.
"Haven't they already knelt down?"
Next to the man, there was an elderly figure hunched over, resembling a think tank.
"Indeed, they've already knelt and surrendered, why are there still those who resist?"
The demon soldiers on the ship were unaware that the island's fishermen were kneeling in prayer for the Sea God's protection; they assumed it was a submission.
"Get up, get up quickly! Leave this place right now!"
Jiang Xiaobai and Boss Wang shouted loudly, but no one listened to them, not even the old Island Master, who just knelt there.
