Half an hour later.
The dense Sea of Mist had extended more than a hundred kilometers toward the war zone from its edges.
Flower Nacre Leader listened to the messages from the sea, waving her Bone Staff to write a line of Flower Language: "There are more and more Sea Race beneath the Sea of Mist. What exactly are the Myriad Radiance People waiting for?"
She sensed their auras. Aside from a large number of Black Scale Sea Demons, there were other Sea Race as well.
The latter were undoubtedly cannon-fodder servants driven by the Black Scale Race.
Divine Fire Dragon swept his gaze over the War Hawk Fleet in the sky and gave a reliable answer. "They are waiting for the right moment."
The leader stood firmly atop the waves. She did not ask what the "right moment" was, merely listening to the sea breeze with utmost concentration.
She liked this place! Even with war here, she was still willing to remain!
Central Courtyard.
The same question had also arisen in Sword Wanli's mind.
The commander watched as the area covered by dense fog grew larger and larger. Unable to help himself, he glanced toward Spirit Flame Lotus Island and sighed softly in his heart. What exactly is Vice General Cheng waiting for?
The situation truly struck him as exceedingly strange.
Who could have imagined that the key to officially beginning this great naval war would actually be in the hands of a mere Mystic Adept?
As a Mystic Supervisor-level powerhouse, he could only wait for a Mystic Adept's orders.
Just then.
A Mystic Master wearing a Silver Line Black Robe suddenly asked in a low voice, "Commander, the Black Scale Race is advancing faster and faster. Should we prepare some contingency measures?"
Sword Wanli came back to