Meanwhile, out on the sea, White Butcher showed not the slightest surprise as he watched the five hot-air balloons crash in the distance.
Let alone five hot-air balloons—even if the other side had flown fifty of them, their fate would have been the same in front of the four Wyvern Riders.
Naturally, White Butcher had also seen the flames shooting into the sky from the other side after the hot-air balloons crashed.
He could roughly guess what sort of things the other side had loaded into the balloon baskets.
And now they had completely brought disaster upon themselves.
White Butcher felt no sympathy for them. What occupied his thoughts more was whether this fire was about to burn down the villages and towns on the other side.
That would be anything but a good thing for them.
Though it was only a village, capturing it relatively intact would still give them a ready-made stronghold.
It would be a pity if it all burned down.
White Butcher did not dwell on it for long, however. After all, the battle before them was not over yet.
After sinking all the enemy ships that had charged toward them, the Great Zhou fast ships once again formed up on both sides, escorting the two main flagships in the center as they pressed toward the harbor on the other side.
By this point, they had clearly noticed the thirty-meter-class Sea Ship on the other side.
That should be the enemy's main flagship. Two escort ships, each apparently fifteen meters in size, were positioned on either side of it.
Having seized complete control of the situation through their first exchange, the Great Zhou fleet did not take the enemy seriously at all.
Maintaining formation, the Great Zhou fleet advanced steadily, in no hurry whatsoever.
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