After the storm, the pitch-black sea once again revealed an intoxicating azure beneath its surface. Sunlight pierced the tattered clouds, and the sky behind them gradually cleared. Once the fierce wind and rain had passed, only fine threads of rain remained in the sky, glittering with golden light beneath the sun. They fell upon the fleet's masts, washing away the scorch marks and bloodstains on the silver sails. The entire fleet hovered, battered and scarred, above the surface of the Noble Inland Sea like a colossal beast sunk into silence, its wounds recounting the great battle it had just endured.
The dragon beasts were retreating like a receding tide.
Modesti beat her wings, which blotted out the sun. The clouds caught in the currents beneath them were torn apart like rapids crashing against reefs, scattering into fragments of flame. She confronted the human fleet in midair, glaring at it resentfully, fury and unwillingness gleaming in her golden eyes. Yet the peerless sword strike from moments ago, which had cleaved through the storm, had left her trembling with fear.
The Extreme Sword Saint—this tiny human fleet actually had an Extreme Sword Saint. That human man dressed all in black, with those eyes radiating bone-chilling cold, had left her utterly incapable of summoning the will to resist.
Damn it! If only that arrogant bastard Obsidian were here. He would definitely teach them a lesson. The Mother Black Dragon ground her teeth, but had no choice except to admit defeat. She gestured with her claws for her dragon-beast generals not to act rashly. "Go. Withdraw! They're heading to Fatan. Just wait and see—we'll meet again there!" Modesti practically forced the words out through clenched teeth.
She turned around. Like a dark cloud moving away from the sky, the shadow covering the fleet suddenly