Chapter 218

The stormgorge growled toward the sky and submerged into the bottom of the sea. Malcolm's face turned pale as he slowly returned to the crowd on the island. "Mr. White…" Ian looked at Malcolm, who had blood all over his mouth. His face was drained of color. The crowd celebrating a minute ago had seeped into a state of despair. Even the heavenly lightning couldn't eradicate the monster. What choice did they have? They were going to die here! "Mr. White, is there any other way?" Ian asked with a trembling voice. Malcolm's face was ashen. His white beard was tainted red by the fresh blood from his mouth. "I have one last idea. Earlier, I noticed that after the stormgorge swallowed the grandmasters, the frequency of attacks on the island was reduced. It was no longer as aggressive. It also means that the stormgorge might be full now. The only way we can escape from here is to stuff the stormgorge silly," Malcolm said lowly. Everyone's expressions changed when they heard his sugges