Broken planks flew in every direction. The West Sea King's fleet sped across the sea, and the pirates who had been sneering moments ago could no longer smile.
The West Sea King stared at the water. If another ship was destroyed, he would bring out the witch aboard his ship. Unless absolutely necessary, he would not let that witch act—the price was too high. With the lifespan he had left, he could make at most two more trades. After the second, he might die.
All the pirate ships stopped, as if waiting to be bombarded, but after a long while, no shells came roaring up from beneath the water.
In the seawater, relying on the real-time sensory information provided by Bubu Wang, Su Xiao learned that the West Sea King's fleet had stopped.
The West Sea King might be bluffing, or he might be weighing something. In this situation, Su Xiao naturally had to fire one last shot and retreat.
Just as Su Xiao was about to order the Cursed Men controlling the Destruction Cannon to fire, a fluctuation came from above. After sensing it, he pondered for a moment, then controlled the Doom to continue descending.
On the deck of the four-masted ship Storm, the West Sea King stared at a figure dressed in red robes.
"The Doom has left. It's awakening. Perhaps before long, I won't be able to drag it back to the surface. This time... our blood contract wasn't completed."
The witch on the deck spoke softly. Hearing this, the West Sea King felt relieved, but his expression remained unchanged. He waved his hand, signaling his subordinate pirates to take the witch back and guard her strictly.
The West Sea King took a section of a horn from his robes. Sea King's Horns could resonate with