[Source Material +3.2], [Source Material +2.8], [Source Material +3.7]...
One corpse after another turned to ashes in Zhang Yuan's hands, silently merging into the water.
Leaving behind empty fish skin water armor, drifting down towards the bottom.
At this very moment above the water, Zhang Xiong standing at the bow of the ship had a sense of impending doom.
Six martial artists skilled in water combat had gone down to deal with Zhang Yuan some time ago.
At first, Zhang Xiong noticed the undercurrent beneath the water.
And a large number of bubbles rising up.
However, this scene lasted only for a moment before it quickly returned to calm.
No more movement, and no one surfaced.
The calm was eerie, so eerie that Zhang Xiong felt goosebumps all over and an involuntary trace of fear.
He was not someone easily frightened by danger.
Otherwise, he would not have dared to come here with others to capture Zhang Yuan, the disciple of Furious Whale.
