Before Zhou Ding could finish speaking, a sharp bird call pierced through the air.
The next instant.
The sound of wings flapping melded together as a dense flock of birds took flight in terror, followed swiftly by a faint scream emerging from the depths of the dragon's lair that he had been watching.
Flames soared skyward, illuminating the night in a bright red as shouts and fighting noises shattered the night's tranquility.
"What... what is happening..."
Zhou Ding's pupils suddenly contracted. Although he could not see clearly what was unfolding on the island, fear had already spread within him. Instinctively, he crouched down to hide in the shadows.
"Splash, splash, splash—!"
The once-calm sea began to turmoil, waves crashing more fiercely against the ship's hull, causing the large vessel to pitch. Years of experience at sea instantly made him realize some ships were approaching.
