Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun did not intervene immediately.

He stood at the edge of the open space, observing the two men's moves while slowly adjusting his own breathing.

Elena then quietly threw out a silver-gray rope, blocking the gray-haired old man's escape route.

The gray-haired old man noticed this scene and felt utterly hopeless.

He had assumed that since Siren had just recovered from his serious injuries, even if he could briefly exchange blows with Fisher, it would be impossible for it to last long.

But the opponent not only defeated Fisher, but also killed two of his men, and is still breathing steadily.

If this continues, he will surely die.

"You forced me to do this!"

The gray-haired old man roared, and fist-sized fleshy lumps suddenly swelled up under his skin.

Thick black energy gushed out from his pores, causing his body to swell rapidly, transforming him into a deformed giant nearly three meters tall in the blink of an eye.

Several cracks appeared on his back, from which grayish-black bony plates resembling fish fins grew.

The corner of his mouth was torn all the way to his ear, revealing two rows of dense, sharp teeth.

Fisher's expression hardened.

"Sea monster flesh mutation?"

The gray-haired old man had clearly ingested some kind of unpurified sea beast material, forcibly integrating the residual distorted power into his body.

This method grants incredible power in a short time, but at the cost of mental corruption, and may even prevent one from ever regaining human form.

"Die, all of you!"

The old man slapped down with his palm, the force of which whipped up a large cloud of mud and water.

Fisher parried with his sword, but was forced back more than ten steps by the blow.

The gray-haired old man did not give chase, but turned and rushed into the dense forest on the other side.

His speed increased dramatically after his mutation, and every step he took left a deep footprint on the ground.

Just as he was about to rush out of the open space, the silver-gray rope wrapped around his ankle from the side.

"return!"

Elena gripped the rope with both hands and pulled back forcefully.

The gray-haired old man, slightly losing his balance, reached back to grab the rope.

Xilun has already arrived with his gun.

The golden spear slammed into the old man's shoulder with a low whistling sound.

boom!

The gray-black bone fragments broke off with a snap.

The old man staggered a step, but his left hand swept across like a millstone, sending Xilun and his gun flying.

Xilun flipped in mid-air, and after his feet landed, he slid backward several feet, his chest heaving with a surge of blood and qi.

"His strength has at least doubled!"

Elena thrust her twin swords at the old man's lower back, but only left two faint bloodstains on his gray-black skin.

Fisher also attacked from the side, slashing the old man's thigh with his blade.

The blade pierced half an inch into the flesh before being clamped by the muscle. The gray-haired old man roared and slammed his fist into Fisher's head.

Fisher drew his sword and retreated swiftly, narrowly avoiding the attack.

The three men surrounded the mutated old man and continued to attack him.

Fisher was responsible for frontal suppression, while Siren attacked his joints and old wounds with his spear, and Elena used her silver-grey ropes to restrict his movements.

Even so, the battle lasted for nearly a hundred rounds.

The mutated gray-haired old man possessed astonishing vitality; even with his shoulder smashed and leg bones shattered, he was still able to launch a frenzied counterattack.

The black gas he exhaled was highly corrosive, forcing Fisher to keep his distance.

Xilun's breathing became increasingly heavy.

We can't delay any longer.

The faint chirping of birds in the distance indicated that something was rapidly approaching.

This place is not far from the area where the Blue Ocean pirates operate, and prolonged fighting could very likely attract more enemies.

A dark glint flashed in Xilun's eyes.

He suddenly holstered his gun and stepped back, exhaling a wisp of almost transparent grayish-white breath.

Breath of the Styx.

The scent, mingled with the rain and mist, silently entered the gray-haired old man's nostrils.

The gray-haired old man suddenly froze.

The originally raging blood and energy seemed to have been polluted by something, and quickly began to decay and decline.

The aura of virus, plague, death, and destruction erupted simultaneously within him, causing a brief interruption in his powerful, mutated life force.

He stumbled.

"Now!"

Elena thrust her twin swords straight at the old man's eyes.

The gray-haired old man instinctively turned his head to avoid it, but Fisher seized the opportunity to slash his knee with his knife.

Xilun stepped forward, gripped the gun with both hands, and slammed it down horizontally.

Crack!

The shot struck the old man squarely in his already injured shoulder, causing his arm to hang limply.

Elena's silver-gray rope suddenly lengthened, first wrapping around the old man's neck, then coiling down his chest and abdomen, tightly binding his arms and torso.

Fisher kicked the old man in the knee.

The massive body suddenly knelt down.

The three of them exerted their strength at the same time and finally pushed the mutated old man down into the mud.

The gray-haired old man struggled frantically, letting out inhuman roars.

However, the Breath of the Styx continued to spread within his body, causing his power to rapidly decline, and his swollen body to begin to slowly shrink.

Fisher slammed the back of his head hard with the back of his knife.

The old man's body jolted, and he finally lost consciousness.

"Why not just kill them?"

Fisher asked, panting heavily.

Xilun glanced at the unconscious old man.

"He was a high-ranking member of the Blue Ocean pirates and knew a lot. Taking him back for interrogation would be more useful than a corpse."

In reality, Celen was just worried that Fisher would become suspicious again if he saw that Celen was so eager to kill to cover up the crime.

Leaving someone alive will at least make everything seem natural.

Fisher nodded, agreeing that his senior colleague had considered everything thoroughly.

Elena tightened the rope and was about to speak when a deep voice suddenly rang out from the distant dense forest.

"Who killed my brother?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it pierced through layers of rain and echoed clearly through the forest.

Fisher's expression changed slightly.

Elena and Siron turned their heads at the same time.

An extremely powerful aura is rapidly approaching.

Tree branches kept breaking along the way, and the accumulated water burst open to both sides.

A moment later, a tall man in white slowly walked out of the woods.

He carried no weapons, his hands were empty, and his white robe was completely unstained by mud.

The exposed skin had a cold, hard luster similar to jade, and there were two pale blue scales on the forehead.

Behind him followed more than ten elite Blue Ocean pirates.

The man in white first looked at the unconscious gray-haired old man, then at the bundle behind Siren and Elena.

A torn corner of the man in blue's clothing was peeking out from the edge of the bundle.

The innocent prince.

One of the five most notorious pirates of the Blue Ocean, and also the older brother of the young master in blue robes mentioned earlier.

Xilun gripped his golden spear tightly.

Elena and he exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

Now, it seems there's really no escaping it.

The innocent prince clearly hadn't figured out the situation yet.

He only received a message from his subordinates that his younger brother had been killed by disciples of the Sea Demon Temple in the dense forest, so he immediately led his men to the scene.

At a glance, only Fisher was wearing the robes of the Sea Demon Temple.

His gaze instantly locked onto Fisher.

"So you're the one who killed my brother?"

Fisher took a step forward, his eyes showing no fear but instead burning with fierce fighting spirit.

He came specifically to challenge the five most notorious pirates of the Blue Ocean.

Now that the innocent prince has taken the initiative to appear, how can he back down?

"So what if it is?"

Fisher raised his long sword and pointed it directly at the innocent prince.

"I'll fight you!"

The innocent prince's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"court death!"

The ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, and he shot out like a cannonball, punching Fisher in the face.

Fisher swung his sword down.

The fist and the blade collided head-on, producing a loud, metallic clang.

The innocent prince's fist left no mark; instead, it made the long sword tremble violently.

Fisher was forced back three steps by that terrifying force, but an even more excited look appeared on his face.

"What an incredibly strong physical body!"

He laughed loudly and charged forward again, sword in hand.

The innocent prince refused to say another word, and unleashed a barrage of punches.

Each punch creates visible white waves in the air, and trees that are even slightly grazed by it will snap on the spot.

The flashes of swords and the shadows of fists clashed rapidly.

Fisher was indeed formidable; even when facing the Innocent Prince, one of the Five Great Fiends, he was only slightly at a disadvantage.

The two fought as they moved away, their ferocious strength sending mud and rocks flying in their wake.

Xilun glanced at the battle situation and immediately made a judgment.

Fisher's overall strength is probably even greater than his current level.

The innocent prince is even stronger.

If the fight continues, Fisher will surely lose.

"Let's go first."

Elena whispered.

Xilun shook his head.

The dozen or so pirates brought by the innocent prince had dispersed, subtly blocking the surrounding escape routes.

With Hogg's body and the bound gray-haired old man still with them, it was impossible for the two to leave quietly.

Moreover, if Fisher is defeated, the innocent prince will immediately set his sights on them.

The only option is to weaken the enemy's forces as quickly as possible.

Siren and Elena exchanged a glance, and without needing to say anything more, they both understood each other's intentions.

Siron drew his spear and charged at the nearest pirate.

Elena then swung out a silver-gray rope, which instantly wrapped around the other person's wrist.

More than ten pirates roared and surrounded them.

Gunshots swept across, and twin swords flew.

Xilun was in charge of breaking through the enemy lines head-on, and every shot he fired was heavy and fierce, forcing the pirates to stay away.

Elena, meanwhile, lingered on the edge of his gun's trajectory, her silver-gray ropes sometimes entangled the enemy's ankles, sometimes locked the weapon, creating opportunities for Siron to strike a fatal blow.

The two worked together more and more seamlessly.

A pirate swung an axe at Siron's back, but Elena threw out a rope beforehand, causing the axe to deflect.

Without even turning around, Xilun thrust the butt of his gun backward, precisely shattering the man's sternum.

Another pirate seized the opportunity and slashed at Elena's shoulder with his sword.

Xilun lowered his spear to block the blade.

Elena closed in, her twin swords piercing through her opponent's ribs from the left and right.

In a short time, five pirates had fallen to the ground.

But the situation on the other side also changed rapidly.

The innocent prince, unarmed, launched an increasingly ferocious attack.

His body seemed to have been tempered and refined, and the long sword could only leave a shallow white mark on his arm.

Fisher was initially able to hold his own against him with his superb swordsmanship, but after more than twenty moves, he was completely overwhelmed.

boom!

The innocent prince punched the long sword away, and then slammed his other fist into Fisher's chest.

Fisher's protective aura shattered, and his body flew backward, crashing into a tree as thick as a bowl.

He coughed up blood as soon as he landed, and the fighting spirit on his face finally turned into horror.

We can't beat them!

This innocent prince's physical body is stronger than that of a third-tier prince.

Fisher had just gotten up when the innocent prince attacked again.

He could only raise his knife to block the punch, and then use the force to turn and flee.

"I'm not in good shape today, I'll try again another day!"

The innocent prince, enraged, laughed instead.

"Trying to leave?"

He shattered the ground with a single step and quickly caught up.

Fisher glanced back and saw that Siron and Elena had already dealt with most of the pirates, and immediately grasped at this as if it were a lifeline.

He sprinted toward where Xilun was, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Senior Brother Ize!"

"Help me!"

Fisher's roar pierced the rain, causing the leaves in the forest to rustle.

With a single thrust of his spear, Celen deflected the oncoming scimitar, then swept the butt of his spear across, striking the last pirate in the temple.

The man's head snapped to the side, and he flew through the air, crashing into a damp, ancient tree before slid softly to the ground.

The blood flowed down the tree bark into the muddy water, where it was quickly diluted by the heavy rain.

Ignoring the corpse, Siron looked up and gazed behind Fisher.

The innocent prince, empty-handed, strode after him.

With each step he took, the mud would explode and create a shallow crater.

His white robes fluttered in the wind and rain, and his bare fists gleamed with a cold, jade-like light, as if they were not flesh and blood, but some extraordinary material that had been tempered a thousand times.

Fisher may have seemed to be fleeing in a disheveled state, but in reality, his steps were not completely out of control.

He would occasionally turn around and swing his sword, using the recoil from the impact to increase his speed, clearly still retaining a strong fighting spirit.

But the distance between the two was still rapidly shrinking.

The innocent prince is stronger.

And it's far more powerful than just a little bit.

What do you think your chances of winning are?

Elena came to Xiren's side, the bloodstains on her twin swords washed away by the rain.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and there was a cut on the back of her uniform, vaguely revealing the blood-stained skin underneath.

Xilen did not answer immediately.

His gaze swept across his surroundings.

More than ten pirates had all fallen, and the gray-haired old man they had captured earlier was still unconscious in the mud, his body occasionally twitching.

Hogger's body and spoils were hidden in a low-lying thicket not far away, which did not hinder their operation.

Fisher had fought him before and then chased after the gray-haired old man; his strength was far from its peak.

Elena was besieged repeatedly, and her old and new injuries piled up, making her condition even worse.

As for himself, although he had recovered 80-90% of his strength through deep meditation, his tendons and muscles had been damaged from the two previous uses of the Crimson Star Spear.

After another fierce battle, the corruption of the evil god's remains is stirring deep within his right arm.

The innocent prince is almost completely intact.

After observing for a moment, Xilun calmly said:

"50% to 60%."

Elena raised an eyebrow slightly.

She had originally thought that Xilen would say 30%, or even lower.

"Fifty or sixty percent?"

"Fischer won't die that easily," Siron said.

"Although the Prince of Innocent has a strong physical body, his internal energy circulation is not without flaws. His fist technique is too domineering, and each punch consumes a lot of his blood and energy. If the three of us join forces, we can fight as long as he doesn't defeat us one by one."

Elena glanced at Fisher, who was running wildly, and then looked around at the dense forest shrouded in heavy rain.

Escape is, of course, the easiest option.

But all of the prince's men had died here, so he could not possibly let the two of them leave.

Given the speed the opponent displayed, they couldn't escape far despite their injuries.

Once Fisher is killed, the innocent prince will be free to deal with them, and they will be caught up and defeated one by one.

Elena hesitated for only a moment.

"Then let's fight."

She flipped her wrist, and the two swords hung diagonally, with water droplets forming thin lines as they fell from the blades.

"While Fisher is still alive, the three of us working together still have a sliver of hope. Once he's dead, neither of us will be able to escape."

Xilun nodded.

The two exchanged only a few words, yet they already understood each other's meaning.