The survivors rushed out of the Tu Family residence, not taking the winding mountain path, but relying on their Qinggong to run directly down the slope, cutting through the obstructing vines and venomous snakes along the way.
After crossing two slopes, they could finally no longer hear the piercing screams.
"Look, there are people over by the port!"
The only one without martial arts skills, Wang Biliu, who had been clinging to Su Konghu, fell to the ground and excitedly pointed towards the distant port.
At the semicircular dock, the largest five-masted sailing ships had already sunk or were half-sunken for some unknown reason.
Only three three-masted ships and a few small boats remained, shadowy figures standing on them as if hurriedly preparing to set sail.
All survivors knew that taking a ship to escape the island was their only chance. They raced desperately down the mountain.
