Under the threat of sharp spears and bloody swords, the mainland slaves who were violently suppressed quickly grew silent.
Their pale faces that had desperate looks in their eyes stared at the weapons in the hands of the Wizard Li warriors. Trembling violently, with the native choresmen pulling their hemp ropes, they staggeringly walked into the distant jungle.
The forest on the Hellfire island was thick and deep. Tens of thousands of slaves were lined up in a long line of over ten kilometers as they staggeringly walked on the forest path with fear in their hearts.
A few hours later, these slaves whom they had slaughtered the instant they disembarked and who had no idea what grim future was awaiting them exhaustedly came to a spacious river valley and was shocked to find that there were many narrow wooden boats parked in the fast-flowing freshwater river.