CRASH! A steel beam plummeted, instantly crushing more than a dozen Purifiers into a bloody pulp before they could even scream.
Blood splattered across their faces, stunning everyone for a moment.
Seeing this, Shen Feng immediately shouted:
"Everyone back to the warship! Leave the island and start circling it! If there's an emergency, leave the Fog Sea at once and head for the Holy Corpse Market. I'll rendezvous with you there! That's an order! Go!"
"But..." Witch Tower looked at Shen Feng, trapped in the chasm, her eyes welling with tears of desperation.
"Captain!" Old Bill was equally frantic, not knowing what to do. Even if they followed the captain's orders and returned to the warship, it was clear the Minstrel wouldn't agree.
Shen Feng shot him a look, signaling him to take Witch Tower away. He then smiled at her and said:
"Don't worry. I'm the one who came here on an Iron Ship. I won't go down that easily."
