Celestial Race Wind Sail Warships

Within the star sea.

Two Battle Axe Warships darted lightly forward.

The Wrath Hoof Race warships flew in a manner highly similar to boats, but the races followed different Mystic Arts paths, so their Mystic Arrays differed as well.

The Silver Hoof War General with the damaged helmet had never believed that his race's warships were inferior to those of any other race.

But after several days of contact, he had no choice but to admit one thing—the Myriad Heavens Race's Mystic Boats were indeed faster.

Well.

Not merely a little faster.

Their top speed was a full twenty percent higher.

That represented a greater utilization rate of Source Energy.

Broken Helmet War General's gaze darkened. "The Myriad Heavens Race truly is an opponent worth taking seriously. No wonder the Deities above attach such importance to them."

He habitually touched the small hole in his helmet and muttered softly, "Myriad Radiance People!"

The battle in the Three-Race Competition had always gnawed at him. The Myriad Heavens Race face he had seen in the arena was likewise one he would never forget.

After a while.

Broken Helmet War General suddenly noticed that the vast cluster of Little Red Dots ahead—the Myriad Heavens Race's Bird Hunter Eagle Legion—seemed to be slowing down.

He looked utterly baffled. "What are the Myriad Radiance People up to now?"

A guess immediately arose in his mind. "Could it be that the Myriad Heavens Race has concluded they cannot win this battle and intends to abandon the attack?"

Just then.

Broken Helmet War General noticed something else: the warship beneath his hooves was accelerating instead.

He was even more puzzled. "What is going on?"

A voice answered his question. "The Myriad Heavens Race just informed us of the situation. They predict danger ahead, so they dispatched a