It was Li Yan!
His clothes were in tatters all over, with many wounds clawed open by sharp fangs or jagged rocks, and his face was slightly pale.
His wet hair clung to his cheeks, dripping water bead by bead.
Thud!
Like throwing a piece of cargo, he hurled a woman in strange witch's clothes, also soaked through and unconscious, heavily onto the deck.
That woman was precisely the Witch among the Sea Demon Group, Yakimaru!
Her face was as white as paper, only a sliver of life left in her.
"Watch her closely… she's the Sea Demon Group's witch… interrogate her carefully."
Li Yan pointed at Yakimaru on the ground, then fished an item out from his breast.
The instant he produced it, even though it was wrapped in wet cloth, a gentle yet vast strange fluctuation spread out at once, dispersing the irritability brought by the surrounding sea wind.
He didn't even look at it, directly tossing it toward the Guard Captain.
