When they arrived at the north shore, they saw Chen Baomu's fleet lined up on the sea, with cannons constantly bombarding the island. Several of the island's fortifications had already been destroyed. The soldiers, under Zhang Dazhuang's command, put up a tenacious resistance, but were gradually becoming overwhelmed.

What Zhang Shi didn't expect was that during this period, Chen Baomu had also acquired a large number of heavy weapons, which was probably the source of his confidence to attack the island.

Seeing this, Zhang Shi roared, "Give it your all! Aim all those cannons at it, don't let a single ship escape!"

As Zhang Shi gave the order, the artillery on the island began to retaliate. Zhang Shi personally supervised the battle, and the soldiers' morale soared when they saw their lord, who had been missing for many days, finally return. The artillery fired relentlessly at the fleet at sea, and the entire island was filled with smoke and the sound of cannons.

"How is this possible? Why would they come back at this time?" Chen Baomu thought to himself, but since things had come to this, he could only grit his teeth and continue fighting.

As the battle continued, Chen Baomu's fleet gradually began to falter, with warships being hit from time to time, resulting in significant casualties among his men.

Chen Baomu's expression was cold and sinister. He knew he was now in a bind and might as well go all the way. He took out a talisman from his robes, squeezed it tightly, and instantly, the entire fleet's speed more than doubled. They braved the barrage of cannon fire and rapidly approached the island, preparing to land.

Zhang Shi clearly observed Chen Baomu's movements through the panoramic map. They all knew that once they landed on the island, the advantage of artillery fire would be weakened, but this also meant that Chen Baomu's men had no way out. This confrontation was either a fight to the death or a fight to the death.

Zhang Shi rarely showed a fierce expression. He stood on a high point, raised Lao Duan, and shouted loudly.

"Cease the shelling and annihilate all these enemies who dare to invade the island, leave no one alive!"

Upon hearing Zhang Shi's shout, the soldiers grabbed their weapons and unleashed a volley of musket fire at the enemy. However, Chen Baomu's men were not ragtag soldiers; each was well-equipped and skilled, limiting the damage inflicted by the muskets.

Seeing this, Zhang Shi gave the order and personally stepped forward. The soldiers followed behind him, shouting deafeningly, and surged towards the shore like a tidal wave. Zhang Shi took the lead, charging at the forefront. His old sword, gleaming with a cold light, was like a black lightning bolt as he charged into the enemy ranks.

Every swing of his sword was imbued with a killing intent; enemies before him were like fragile ants, falling one after another. Although Zhao Feng and Ge Dalong were seriously wounded, they were unwilling to retreat at this critical moment. They endured their pain and rushed to the battlefield, providing ranged support to Zhang Shi from the rear and covering the soldiers.

Mao Tai, Cai Qing, and the others were not afraid at all. As one of the few survivors, they had gotten used to life on the island and no longer wanted to return to the life of a nomadic barbarian. They also knew that their current stable life was all thanks to Zhang Shi.

Therefore, when the battle turned into close-quarters combat, the two of them stayed close to Zhang Shi, engaging in fierce close combat with the enemy and acting as Zhang Shi's bodyguards.

Seeing Zhang Shi and his men's ferocity, Chen Baomu grew increasingly panicked, but he still refused to give up. He commanded his trusted men to launch wave after wave of frenzied attacks on Zhang Shi and his men.

However, Zhang Shi and his group's momentum was unstoppable. In the midst of the fierce battle, Zhang Shi keenly sensed Chen Baomu's location. His eyes sharpened, and he lightly touched the ground with his toes, activating his Shadow Step, rushing towards Chen Baomu like a ghost.

Chen Baomu was shocked and used his mobility skill to quickly create distance between himself and Zhang Shi. At the same time, he hurriedly ordered the guards around him to block Zhang Shi. But these guards were no match for Zhang Shi. Zhang Shi flashed and easily broke through the guards' defenses, arriving in front of Chen Baomu.

Seeing Zhang Shi rushing towards him like a tiger, Chen Baomu was afraid, but his years of fighting experience allowed him to quickly calm himself down. He moved his hands, and a black mist spread from his palms, instantly enveloping him. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this mist.

Zhang Shi showed no fear; on the contrary, his disgust for Chen Baomu only intensified. His speed increased instead of decreasing, and in the blink of an eye, he plunged into the black mist. Chen Baomu coldly snorted, his hands thrusting forward violently. Suddenly, several black tentacles emerged from the mist, coiling towards Zhang Shi like venomous snakes. Zhang Shi's eyes sharpened, and he wielded his sword, the Old Duan sword, unleashing streaks of cold light, precisely severing the tentacles. With each swing, a tentacle was severed, and in an instant, Zhang Shi broke through the black mist.

Seeing his attack thwarted, Chen Baomu roared and emerged from the mist, his fists clenched, swung with a whooshing sound, aiming for Zhang Shi's chest. The force of his punches was immense, compressing the air and creating a series of crackling sounds. Zhang Shi sidestepped, easily dodging the fierce blow, and simultaneously swung his blade at Chen Baomu's waist. Chen Baomu hastily dodged, but the blade still tore his clothes, a flash of anger and surprise crossing his eyes.

Immediately afterward, Chen Baomu stomped his feet, leaping into the air and spinning rapidly. His legs, like two sharp battle axes, cleaved down towards Zhang Shi's head. Zhang Shi remained calm, raising his arms overhead to block the blow. The powerful impact caused Zhang Shi's feet to sink more than three inches into the ground, but his eyes remained resolute, his arm muscles tensed, and he forcefully pushed Chen Baomu away.

At this moment, Chen Baomu was also bloodthirsty. He pulled out a black dagger from his pocket, its surface gleaming with an eerie light, clearly coated with deadly poison. He flashed forward, aiming for Zhang Shi's throat with lightning speed. Zhang Shi's eyes narrowed, and he leaned back, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. Then, taking advantage of Chen Baomu's weakened state, he kicked Chen Baomu in the abdomen, sending him flying several meters away.

Chen Baomu steadied himself in mid-air, staggering a few steps before regaining his footing upon landing. He gasped for breath, his eyes filled with resentment. Zhang Shi, wielding the old Duan sword, approached him step by step, emanating a chilling aura.

"Chen Baomu, today is your death day!" Zhang Shi roared.

Chen Baomu gritted his teeth and charged forward again, but this time, Zhang Shi had already anticipated his moves. The instant Chen Baomu got close, Zhang Shi dodged the attack, and at the same time, his old sword, Lao Duan, stabbed out at a tricky angle, directly slicing through Chen Baomu's chest.

Chen Baomu felt the pain and swung his scorpion tail, aiming a whip kick at Zhang Shi's head. However, before his attack could land, a powerful crossbow bolt pierced through the air, piercing Zhang Shi's thigh and sending him flying.