Meanwhile, on the tropical island, the pioneers' days were busy, yet tinged with a faint sense of tension.
After all, no one knew when the North Sea Fleet of the Barton Empire would attack.
At present, all White Butcher could do was have his subordinates work furiously on the island's defenses while he himself cultivated with equal fervor!
In the field of mage cultivation, with four-star Spirit and three-star Intelligence, he could be considered talented.
But counting the time, he had only broken through to Bronze Three-Star last autumn. Less than half a year had passed, and the higher one's star rank, the harder it was to break through. Wanting to reach Bronze Four-Star again in such a short time was clearly unrealistic.
By White Butcher's own estimation, if he maintained his current cultivation intensity, breaking through to Bronze Four-Star next year would already count as fast progress.
Just as White Butcher was thinking this, a Wyvern Rider flew back over the sea at practically top speed, then blew the horn in his hand with all his might.
Hearing the urgent horn blast, White Butcher, who had been meditating, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Is this... an enemy attack?!"
Without needing White Butcher to give an order, the navy soldiers who heard the enemy signal immediately assembled and rushed toward the Great Zhou warships moored at the pier.
By the time White Butcher hurried outside the camp, the navy soldiers had already begun boarding.
"Hurry up! Move, move!!"
White Butcher swept his gaze around and quickly spotted Lin Youshu shouting orders. He immediately issued his command.
"Lieutenant Lin, come with me to meet the enemy! Kara, hold down the camp!"
The previous second, Kara had still worn an excited expression. The next, her entire face visibly fell.
She wanted to go