An Awkward Predicament

This meant that even if one energy source was destroyed, the warship still had another to replenish it.

Moreover, there was no guarantee that the captain aboard that warship did not have another spare core in hand.

Therefore, decapitation tactics had become nothing but a pipe dream in this regard.

This also meant that Spirit Hall had no other option besides confronting them head-on.

Unless they believed Bibi Dong could withstand the concentrated firepower of more than a dozen warships!

Of course, they might still have thought so now.

But once they tried it themselves, let alone Bibi Dong, even if every Titled Douluo charged in one after another, they might not be able to endure it.

Bo Saixi had personally tested it before. The warships' cannons were divided into upper, middle, and lower tiers.

Their power respectively corresponded to Super Douluo, Titled Douluo, and Soul Douluo.

Of course, those were only the lowest grades.

For example, the highest-tier cannons were merely equivalent to the weakest attacks among Super Douluo.

The giant ballistae had roughly similar figures, though their methods of calculation differed somewhat.

Simply put, cannons leaned toward dealing area damage, while giant ballistae excelled at single-target kills.

Any one of these on its own might not pose much of a threat to Bibi Dong and the numerous Titled Douluo.

But once their numbers increased, forget fighting them—even looking at them would make one's scalp tingle.

That was the confidence Xiao Tianyang had to leave for so long without panicking in the slightest!

At that moment, Salas also stepped forward and sighed. "Reporting to Your Majesty the Pope, another matter occurred during this period."

Bibi Dong sensed that something was amiss.

Yet her expression remained unchanged as she calmly said, "Speak."

With some shame, Salas explained to Bibi Dong