After some time, the battlefield was drenched in blood, the bodies of fallen Space Pirates littering the ground like discarded trash.
The vice captains were dead, their lifeless forms crumpled in the dirt, and the remaining pirate crew members were left with only two choices—fight and die or try to escape and still die.
There was no mercy here.
The Xu Family Army moved with brutal efficiency, their formation tightening as they advanced in unison, cutting through the remaining crew members like scythes through a field of wheat.
Xu Qianghua stood still, his hands clasped behind his back as he watched the final slaughter unfold before him.
His golden robes, untouched by the blood and dirt of the battlefield, fluttered lightly in the wind.
A pirate let out a primal scream, raising his sword high in desperation. "I WILL NOT DIE HERE!" he bellowed, rushing at the nearest Xu Family soldier.
But he never reached the soldier.
