Nine dragons roared across the heavens.
Three armored men surged forward toward the morning.
"What?"
Upon seeing this, their faces drastically changed.
For the nine fecal dragons had locked onto them directly, charging forth with overwhelming power.
Before they could deploy any effective defense, the nine dragons had already collided with them.
Tenth Brother, who had kicked away the excrement bucket, bore the brunt of it, with seven of the nine dragons targeting him.
Amidst the spreading sewage, he was instantly obliterated.
"Ahhh!!!"
The other two men let out agonized screams, being blown backwards and crashing into a mountain range dozens of miles away.
"Boom!"
The mountain range collapsed with a thunderous roar, and the two men were buried deep in the rubble, severely injured.
"Such, such terrifying power!"
Ninth Brother propped himself up, struggling to rise.
"Tenth Brother, Tenth Brother is gone. Who on earth is this?" Eighth Brother also crawled out of the dirt with difficulty, gnashing his teeth as he spoke.
"We must report to Eldest Brother. This small island is indeed extraordinary!"
Ninth Brother said gravely.
They had lost a man before even reaching the island, which was far beyond their imagination.
Recalling the horrifying attack just now, they were still trembling with fear.
At this moment, not to mention their injuries, the stench on their bodies alone was enough to make them nearly faint, as if every pore was filled with fecal matter.
The two shakily took to the air again, heading towards where Destroyer of the World and the others were located.
"Esteemed sirs, please wait patiently. With those three gentlemen personally taking action, victory is certainly..."
Destroyer of the World was in the middle of flattering them.
But before he could finish, he saw two figures wobbling back from the sky, accompanied by an overpowering stench.
He was dumbfounded.
"What happened?"
The leading armored man's expression sank, and he hurriedly led the group to meet the two.
"El-Eldest Brother!"
Eighth Brother and Ninth Brother cried out hysterically.
"What exactly happened to you?"
"Where's Tenth Brother?"
The leading man asked urgently.
"Tenth Brother, Tenth Brother has already..."
Eighth Brother and Ninth Brother looked grief-stricken, and under the puzzled gazes of everyone, they recounted everything that had just occurred.
"What?"
Everyone was shocked.
"Are you saying that before you even set foot on the island, you were beaten so badly by a manure collector that one died and two were injured?"
The leading armored man's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Eldest Brother, he may be carrying manure, but his strength is absurdly overwhelming!"
Eighth Brother said with a dejected face: "You must avenge Tenth Brother!"
"Alright, I understand."
The leading armored man furrowed his brow and said in a deep voice: "I know what to do next. You two go tend to your injuries first!"
"And more importantly, go wash up."
After saying this, he couldn't help but cover his nose.
After Eighth Brother and Ninth Brother left, the others gathered around.
"Eldest Brother, what should we do?"
"You must avenge Tenth Brother!"
"Yes, we can't let Tenth Brother die just like that!"
Voices came from all around.
The leading armored man raised his hand, cutting off their words.
"This island!"
"It's no ordinary place."
"If we rashly attack, forget about completing the mission given by the envoy, I'm afraid we'll all end up like Tenth Brother!"
He said gravely.
As these words fell.
Everyone's hearts sank.
"Then what should we do, Eldest Brother? There must be a way!"
"Yes, Eldest Brother!"
"We can't just go back like this, can we?"
Voices rose from all around.
The leading man pondered for a long time before saying: "A frontal assault is inadvisable. We should focus on scouting the island first."
"So, we can only use that method!"
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