Neville said, "Don't worry about me. Everyone, attack. We must kill this beast."

Blood still seeped from the wound on his back as he leaned against the broken rail, but he wasn't even bothered by it. He ordered his men to keep hammering the Brineclaw until they were certain it was dead.

After relentless attacks from all his forces, the Brineclaw finally stopped moving and showed no signs of life.

Neville let out a long breath before collapsing to the deck, gasping heavily.

That monster had been one hell of a fight, but fortunately, Matthias had brought plenty of martial experts on this voyage. Otherwise, they never could have finished it off.

Once the waves finally calmed, Matthias hurried over with a squad of personal guards.

"Neville, I heard you were hurt. How bad is it?" he asked.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. This is nothing. I'm not going to die from a scratch." Neville flashed a grin, revealing blood-stained teeth. "Back in my battlefield days, I've taken wounds way worse