Having made a swift decision between little Zhuji and the natives, the mercenaries charged over like wolves and tigers. The Stormwind Fury commander’s eyes were almost turning green—he roared thunderously, but none of the mercenaries were listening to him. Many of them either belonged to other mercenary corps or temporarily formed hunting parties. How could any of them be willing to listen to his commands? All of them were advancing excitedly, hoping to seize Zhuji from Qianye. In their eyes, he was just a lucky brat who had caught Zhuji by chance.

Qianye only sneered after seeing these ruthless mercenaries and watched until they were in front of him. He would swat away the occasional bullet flying toward him as though they were annoying flies.

Most of the mercenaries were only looking at Zhuji. They simply didn’t notice Qianye’s astonishing feat of slapping away origin bullets. A few sharp veteran soldiers were drenched in cold sweat upon witnessing this scene, and they quietly slowed down their steps.

The sound of crashing waves echoed in the ears of the speeding soldiers. Soon afterward, they found an indefensible pressure bearing down upon them.

Most of the mercenaries...