A siren turned to retaliate, but was pierced through by Wang Fan's halberd.

Blood splattered on the deck, forming patches of crimson puddles.

Despite Wang Fan and his group's best efforts in pursuit, a small number of the sea monsters still managed to escape.

Wang Fan stared at the direction the sea monster had fled, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with resentment.

"Damn it, they got away!" a woman said angrily.

"Alright, Xiaomeng," Wang Fan reassured her. "We've achieved quite a lot this time. Now we need to be even more prepared to deal with their possible retaliation."

Xiao Meng bit her lip and nodded in agreement, "Yes, brother, but next time, we absolutely cannot let these guys get away again!"

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the deck, casting long, slender shadows on everyone.

Although everyone was exhausted, they were excited about the victory and began to busily clean up the battlefield.

Wang Fan stood at the bow of the ship, gazing into the distance, pondering his next plan.

The success of this battle led to breakthroughs for everyone involved.

He felt his own strength and became more confident.

But Wang Fan knew that this was just the beginning, and the challenges ahead would be even greater.

"Who should I look for next? Han Da? Or Han Er?" Wang Fan muttered to himself.

Just then, a sea breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness.

Wang Fan took a deep breath, turned around and looked at the busy crowd, his eyes resolute.

"No matter who it is, I have nothing to fear now!" Wang Fan thought to himself.

However, what he didn't know was that the escaped siren was going back to get reinforcements, and an even greater crisis was about to unfold.