Wu Yu did not deal with the young demons; otherwise, not a single one would have made it out alive.

Soon, the little demons were hollering and wailing as they fled to the deep corners of the sea.

Before, Wu Yu, the Greener Pastures Company's warship had finally stabilized. Without any more attackers, the Defensive Spirit Designs, on the verge of collapse, flickered out. A bunch of Yan Huang Tribe members were standing on it, numbly staring at Wu Yu and their surroundings. After ascertaining that Wu Yu had killed their enemy, they broke out into delirious joy.

"Many thanks to our savior!"

Led by an elder, they all fell on their knees on the ship, thanking Wu Yu.

If Wu Yu had not come, they would have fallen to the clutches of the demons. That would have been a tragedy.

Therefore, they owed him thanks.

"Kingmaker Le! It's Kingmaker Le!" From the crowd, a fresh-faced youth had recognized Wu Yu, and his face was rapt with emotion, tears almost spilling forth.

"Kingmaker Le, I saw you in the Immortal's Capital,...