"Fire the cannons! Blow that bastard to hell!"
The Ghost Ship had no idea what it had encountered, yet it actually opened fire toward the left.
A full volley.
At least thirty cannonballs shrieked through the air, carrying a violent aura as they shot toward their target.
Even while standing inside the warehouse,
Jiang Qiao could clearly sense that destructive force raging across the sea. It was a terrifying supernatural power capable of killing a group of Eighth Tier Experts.
This was the Nether Sea.
Eighth Tier Experts who could command the winds and rain and dominate the outside world.
Here, they were no different from ants and vermin, liable to encounter disaster at any moment.
Even Ninth Rank experts
could barely protect themselves.
If they encountered those mysterious sea monsters that roamed the oceans, their survival would be just as uncertain.
After all,
they were both made of steel.
One could be a sewing needle, while the other could be a sledgehammer. If you used a fruit knife to clash head-on with someone's Zhanmadao, yours would still break.
Jiang Qiao himself was a perfect example.
Experts of the same rank had no choice but to be instantly killed in one move before him.
Rumble!
Rumble—rumble!
Another volley.
The light flashing from the cannons seemed somewhat weak across this stretch of sea, but the power they unleashed appeared to have achieved an effect.
Because Jiang Qiao vaguely heard an angry roar.
"What's the Ghost Ship fighting?"
After thinking for a moment, he took out a supernatural camera and carefully placed it on the window.
He didn't think any Deity was still outside.
If there really were a Deity out there, would the Ghost Ship dare to make such a racket?
Still,
there was nothing wrong with being cautious.
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