On the ship where Su Mo was located.
More than ten black-clad attackers charged in fiercely from all directions.
In their hands, they held short blades, their edges a bright blue-green, clearly poisoned.
The short blades turned into silver streaks, slashing through the void, making a direct assault.
However, before they could get half an inch closer to Su Mo, their blades seemed to pierce an invisible wall of energy and could no longer move.
They couldn't help but all change their expressions dramatically.
The seawater they stirred into the air was turned into swords with a single pull of Su Mo's Inner Strength.
The water swords surged forward.
In the blink of an eye, these people became corpses.
Su Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze swept over the chaotic battle around his ship, and he glanced at the flag on that ship, smiling:
"The Black Lotus Gang turned into the Shimeng Flag under the Yuhai King Ship.
"This trick is quite interesting."
