No time for pity and compassion.
In just a few minutes, nearly seventy elites from seven organizations had already lost over a dozen people.
The remaining ones all hid around Ye Guichen's boat.
Of the seven ships, only three were left, the rest were all wrecked.
Aside from Ye Guichen's boat, the other two were barely holding on and might sink at any moment.
Most people were covered in blood.
Their hands, holding their weapons, were trembling slightly.
All present were elites, having experienced numerous battles from a young age, but never had they faced such a brutal fight.
The critical issue was that the opponents seemed endless, and if they weren't careful, they wouldn't even leave a corpse.
Some women couldn't bear the shock and began to whimper softly.
"What are we going to do?"
No one dared to move.
Su Wu and Lu Bu stood on the broken deck, their faces grim.
