"Who are you all!?"
Xiang Tiantong's heart sank. But no one responded.
He also saw those black-clad figures climbing up along the ropes.
Many among them moved with such swiftness that they were clearly well above ordinary fighters.
With just a casual glance, Xiang Tiantong noticed at least four of them were adept fighters.
One of them even belonged to a grade above the sixth, defeating crew members with every move.
Moreover, these people's numbers far exceeded those of the Golden Wing Pavilion members on the ship.
At this moment, Black Eagle was already engaged in a fight with the enemy, but it was completely one-sided, and he could only rely on his body technique to temporarily evade. Seeing that it wouldn't be long before he was defeated.
Xiang Tiantong's expression changed slightly. Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, he picked up the note and turned to leap towards the safety of the ship's railing.
Bam.
