Although he knew things were not looking good, Lv San couldn't afford to think too much.
He looked up, and his pupils imdiately contracted.
On the deck of the Lin Family treasure ship, Sha Lifei was organizing the Lin Family sailors for defense.
They stood back to back, forming an outward-facing defensive circle.
So were slashing vigorously, cutting off the ropes being thrown onto the ship, while others crouched by the ship's edge, firing downwards.
In an instant, blood splattered, and firearms roared.
The others were not idle either, each employing their ans to fend off the enemy.
Kuai Dayou, Fatty Lin, and Kong Shangzhao guarded the cabin door, the three of them coordinating seamlessly, one using a blade to block, another throwing flying blades, one firing a gun, while the other protected from behind.
Inside the cabin were the Twelve Primordial Spirits' belongings, extrely precious.
Any water bandit approaching the cabin was slain imdiately.
The most terrifying to the enemies was undoubtedly Long Yan'er.
With a wave of her water sleeves, Gu worms shot out, burrowing into the bodies of many water bandits near the Lin Family's large ship, causing them to lose their minds and frantically kill their nearby companions.
However, among the water bandits, there were also experts deploying hidden weapons.
Long Yan'er had to dodge while casting spells.
As for Wu Ba, he held a Tiger-Squat Cannon, staring intently at the water's surface.
He did not fire but kept moving the barrel around.
Lv San's heart tightened as he followed his gaze toward the turbulent water.
He could also sense two eerie presences hidden, watching like poisonous snakes.
Finally, on a distant boat, he saw two individuals.
One was in tattered green clothes, looking haggard, with a blue-gray complexion, deep eye sockets like a skull, sparse white hair, and holding a Soul Summoning Banner.
The other was a woman in a performing robe, her face painted in heavy makeup, appearing to laugh and cry.
They were the Class Leader of the Yangzhou Ghost Theater Troupe, "Yellow Springs Wanderer," and "Qingluo Lady."
Ghost Theater Troupe demons!
Lv San didn't know their nas but could identify their affiliation.
The "Yellow Springs Wanderer" clutched the Soul Summoning Banner, chanting a mantra while staring fixedly at the large ship, clearly using so kind of Enchanting Secret Technique to disturb minds.
The artist faced the murky water, her fingers forming a lotus shape, as if singing an opera.
With her chants, the water currents nearby oddly began to swirl, and a cold, filthy aura spread, causing the water bandits to beco increasingly crazed.
The two were well hidden, staying behind the other boats.
Although Wu Ba vaguely sensed their position, he couldn't pinpoint it.
After all, his awakened ability was Body Divine Power, not suitable for detection, especially further out where vision was unclear.
Moreover, the water bandits skilled in water attribute had already drilled under the ship to scuttle it.
With the waves surging, wood chips floated up continuously.
"Wu Ba, over there!"
Without hesitation, Lv San quickened his pace, shouting loudly.
At the sa ti, Eagle Falcon Lidong flew overhead, screeching above the two Ghost Theater Troupe mbers.
These coordinated tactics were well-practiced among them.
Wu Ba imdiately understood, aiming the Tiger-Squat Cannon at the water surface indicated by the falcon's call and fiercely pulled the trigger.
Not good!
"Yellow Springs Wanderer" and "Qingluo Lady" sensed danger, pushing off strongly, and as Hidden Energy burst, they used Escape Technique, transforming into a black and white mist, quickly dispersing.
BOOM!
A loud explosion, accompanied by fire and smoke, sent water waves splashing a full ter high.
Wu Ba used scatter shot, reducing all the small boats in that area to pieces.
With the fog obscuring earlier, Wu Ba didn't dare waste shots, but now the Tiger-Squat Cannon finally displayed its power.
The surrounding attacking water bandits were startled.
Perhaps fearing the cannon's might, lacking the Ghost Theater Troupe demons' secret techniques, or witnessing the dissolution of the Yangzhou fog, they finally ca to their senses. A one-eyed, Great Han among them shouted:
"Hard nuts, wind tight, scatter!"
With the command, the crowd imdiately scattered and fled.
Lv San would not let them escape, chanting a spell, and patted the demon gourd.
"Buzz——!"
A black cloud gushed out from the gourd's mouth, spreading rapidly with a low hum upon appearing.
Buzzing sounds filled the air.
The sound made one's scalp tingle.
These little things fed on Poisonous Gu worms. Since Long Yan'er joined the team, all the failed and uncontrollable Gu worms were fed to the demon gourd, and the Poison Bees beca increasingly ferocious.
With the dense sound of flapping wings, they rushed toward water bandits trying to jump or climb onto small ships.
Their screams instantly tore through the smoke-filled air.
"Ah—my eyes!"
"Poison! There are Poison Bees!"
The water bandits were like an army of ants doused in boiling water, frantically rolling and slapping around on the narrow deck or in the turbid river, even subrging themselves.
The bee stings carried poison, breaking the skin, penetrating the flesh.
The intense pain and swift numbing sensation deprived them of combat ability instantly, as if an unseen hand was gripping their throats, leaving them twitching helplessly on the deck, foaming at the mouth, or plunging into the water, releasing a trail of murky bubbles.
In no ti, the river surface was filled with writhing figures, chaotic and tragic.
Long Yan'er's gaze was icy, her water sleeves slicing through the air like Spirit Snakes.
Faint green powder, imperceptible to the naked eye, dispersed into the air with the wind. The Poison Bees, as if receiving instructions, beca even more precise and frenzied in their attacks, targeting the exposed skin of the water bandits.
Soon, the entire group of water bandits was captured.
So died outright from pain, sinking into the river, while others desperately pleaded for rcy, surrendering on the small ships under Sha Lifei and the sailors' watchful eyes.
However, amid the rampage of the Poison Bees, the two from the Ghost Theater Troupe had vanished without a trace.
Lv San shook his head slightly, not planning to pursue.
The situation was chaotic now, the circumstances unclear, and pursuing them recklessly could lead to danger.
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