Chapter 1171 Broken Arm

Zangao looked anxious and concerned, his eyes fixed on the two of them. Especially after noticing their injuries, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you two okay? Are you seriously injured?"

Clo and Golden Lion looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. Clo replied with a heavy breath, "It's nothing serious, just some superficial injuries. We can't stay here for long. We have to leave here quickly!"

Zangao nodded to show that he understood, then turned around and shouted to the other crew members: "Hurry up, let's set sail immediately!" At this time, the crew on the ship had already been ready for battle. After hearing the order, they immediately performed their duties and began to make preparations before sailing in an orderly manner.

Not long after, the pirate ship slowly sailed away from its original location with a roar, raising a cloud of waves and speeding away into the distance.

However, in the distance, above Mary Joa, Im was lying on the ground. His eyes, which should have been sharp and bright, now seemed empty, but the anger contained in them was still clearly visible.

He just watched Golden Lion and others sail away on the boat. Although his body was trembling slightly with anger, he never took any action.

The entire Marijoa seemed to have experienced a doomsday catastrophe, with ruins, smoke and flames everywhere. The once magnificent buildings have now become ruins, and the streets are full of broken bricks and rubble. It is hard to imagine that this was once the core of the World Government. If it were not for Im's powerful strength at the critical moment and his efforts to turn the tide, Marijoa would have been completely destroyed by the Golden Lion and others and turned into a wasteland.

The tragic situation in Marijoa was shocking. The palaces that symbolized power and majesty had now become dilapidated, with collapsed walls, overturned roofs, and gorgeous decorations scattered all over the ground. The once bustling square was now empty, with only the occasional sound of the wind echoing in it, adding a sense of desolation.

The situation on Baista Island is equally grim. This island should have been beautiful and peaceful, but now it is also devastated. Trees have been uprooted, houses have collapsed, and the coastline has been shattered by the impact. The once vibrant scene is no longer there, replaced by a dead silence.

In the chaos, Bit Sheng stood there covered in blood. His empty arm hung limply, blood dripping from the wound, forming a pool of bright red blood on the ground. However, despite being seriously injured, Bit Sheng still gritted his teeth, looked firmly at Zaire, and shouted: "Zaire, find a chance to take us away from this damn place!"

"You must buy me enough time!" Zaire Sheng's face was full of embarrassment. His frowning brows and anxious eyes showed his inner uneasiness and anxiety at the moment.

"No problem!" Bit Saint gritted his teeth and replied with difficulty. His body trembled violently, and the broken arm began to grow slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Puff!" With a slight sound, the newly grown arm finally recovered completely, but at the same time, a large amount of blood gushed out from the wound, instantly dyeing the surrounding ground red. The bloody scene was shocking.