"The purple-and-gold wolf flag. That's the Rong Tribe's fleet."
A flicker of curiosity suddenly appeared in Yang Ling's eyes.
Would Li Fengxian be among the experts the Rong Tribe had sent to participate in the Sixth Rank Top Hundred Battle?
He could no longer gauge Li Fengxian's strength.
This cult leader who specialized in explosives might well have Sixth Rank capabilities.
The Rong Tribe's fleet was even larger than Zhao State's, with eighteen enormous ships in all!
Not one of those ships was any less impressive than the Cao Gang's ships; their specifications were much the same.
At the sight of this fleet, wariness and scrutiny surfaced in the eyes of the soldiers, Grain Transport Workers, and experts from the various sects aboard the Cao Gang's ships.
The feud between Zhao State and the Rong Tribe had lasted several hundred years. Although no large-scale conflict had broken out in recent decades, there were still daily clashes along the border.
Friction arose along the border every day.
Both sides also caused all sorts of trouble for each other and put obstacles in each other's way.
As a result, people from Zhao State and the Rong Tribe were naturally hostile toward each other.
Even when ordinary civilians from the two sides met, they might not come to blows immediately, but they would at least regard each other with hostility and vigilance.
The two fleets maintained a tacit understanding, coming no closer than five li apart.
At a distance of five li, ordinary Martial Artists could not make out what was happening aboard the other fleet at all.
But those who had reached Sixth Rank cultivation could still just barely make out sights several hundred meters away.
For a monster like Yang Ling, whose base spirit stat alone was as high as 280,