"They were bombarded by Level 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shells, and he still hasn't even thought of sending out troops. Is this Vast Sea Douluo really that mild-tempered?"
Na Nali frowned subconsciously. Not long ago, one of the black-grade warships among the Three Grand Fleets had been blasted to pieces by Level 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shells, causing over a hundred casualties.
Na Nali had been the one who did it, and the reason was simple: to complete the mission Ghost Emperor had given her—to accelerate the coming of war.
In this turbulent era, undercurrents surged among every faction, and the dark clouds of war had long since shrouded the skies above the continent.
In any case, no matter whose hands the shell had come from, at this sensitive moment when the expedition was about to begin, the radical types among the Hawks would inevitably throw the blame onto the other two continents and make them take the fall.
Na Nali had merely sped up that process, while also giving the Hawks a perfectly legitimate excuse to stir up conflict.
Yet the result had greatly exceeded Na Nali's expectations. The Three Grand Fleets had actually made a lot of noise but taken little action. After the warship was bombed, they merely put on a show of martial law, then hastily brushed the matter aside, as if this earth-shaking event were only an insignificant little interlude.
This was completely different from the reaction Na Nali had anticipated. She had been full of expectation, hoping to use this to trigger a large-scale conflict and thereby accelerate the course of the war.
Like Ghost Emperor, Na Nali was also filled with urgency toward the impending war. This was the key to whether she could break through to Limit Douluo.
Lowering her head slightly