At the trestle connecting the two warships, countless experts from Western Mansion clashed head-on with the masked warriors.
Hundreds of figures collided in a chaotic battle. Blades flashed, energy roared, and the scene was nothing short of terrifying.
Corpses littered the trestle and spilled across the deck of the Void Warship. Blood soaked the metal beneath their feet, turning it slick and treacherous, while the air was thick with a choking stench of iron and death.
The moment Ryan arrived, the Remnant Shadow Sword in his hand began to dance.
Sword light flashed again and again. Masked warriors fell one after another, unable to withstand even a single strike. In just a few breaths, the pressure on the Western Mansion experts was greatly reduced as bodies dropped around Ryan like harvested wheat.
