In an instant, it was as if heaven and earth had shattered.
The ambush had come with lightning speed and ferocious force.
Using countless wrecked ships and illusions as bait, they drew everyone's attention while sixteen pirate vessels had already submerged, sailing upstream against the current and launching a point-blank assault on New Spring!
The EMP Bomb acquired from the Empire paralyzed New Spring's entire power grid in the blink of an eye. The rampaging electromagnetic pulse instantly disabled an unknown number of heavily armed exoskeletons that had been standing ready.
Then, the entire force charged forth.
At that moment, the spear in Paquiao's hand had transformed into the Blood Banner. As its flaming tail fluttered, scarlet spirit essence fire enveloped every Water Ghost pirate.
Like poisonous flames, it tormented their spirit essence, drove out their potential, and bestowed madness!
As for the consequences...
They were already Water Ghost pirates, living for today with no tomorrow—who the hell had time to worry about shaving years off their lives?
While the mood was high, the proper thing was to burn, kill, plunder, and seize every last coin.
Even without Paquiao's blessing, who knew how many had already snorted powder to get themselves worked up, screaming and howling without pause! Driven by forbidden drugs, they knew neither exhaustion nor pain, venting themselves without restraint... already immersed in that endless, ever-escalating ecstasy!
The leaders and chiefs of the other fleets had no objections either.
Water Ghosts were like weeds in the fields across the Thousand Isles—impossible to burn away completely. Give them a gun and a packet of powder, and they could easily be turned into pirates. What was there to regret?
Besides, Paquiao had already promised that after taking New Spring, he would take nothing for himself. Every reserve in the vault