More than six hundred ships of every size surged forward in twenty columns, cleaving through clouds and waves.
To save magic crystals—this was the official explanation Boss Fat Bear gave Ximen Feng and the others—the fleet shut down every magic-energy furnace less than two hours after setting out, relying solely on wind power to sail onward. But expecting sails alone to propel heavy warships hundreds of meters long was clearly not a very reliable idea.
Thus, Ximen Feng angrily paid an additional fee for magic-energy furnace fuel, allowing the fleet to proceed at a reasonably satisfactory average speed. Ximen Feng's anger reached Yin-Yang, who immediately went looking for Lin Qi.
Lin Qi gave Yin-Yang a straightforward answer—General Fate already knew the Military Intelligence Department was watching this matter, so he had chosen to squeeze more benefits out of Ximen Feng to fill certain people's bellies.
That answer left Yin-Yang helpless. He could only curse human greed alongside Ximen Feng, while also strengthening certain resolutions in his heart.
Nothing happened along the way. When they were less than two hundred nautical miles from Hell Island, the fleet docked beside an island with freshwater resources. Boss Fat Bear gathered everyone and held a grand feast on the beach.
The live poultry and livestock transported aboard the fast ships were slaughtered, and the accompanying chefs cooked the fresh ingredients into fragrant, mouthwatering dishes. Boss Fat Bear and twenty ogre-blooded demigods sat comfortably on soft carpets with their great bellies thrust out, eating and drinking to their hearts' content.
Taking huge gulps of wine, Boss Fat Bear waved his arm carelessly. "Beautiful Miss Ximen, we won't meddle in what comes next. We'll stay on the perimeter and intercept every ship that tries to flee. That's our old trade."
"As for attacking that little island