Lin Qi's gaze turned incomparably cold. He looked out over the sea. Less than three hundred li from the coastline, enormous dragonbone warships and white-bone warships raised their sails and sped toward the shore beneath the gusting yin wind. At a glance, there were at least nearly ten thousand warships of all sizes fashioned from bone upon the sea. More than a thousand of them exceeded a thousand meters in length, while even the smallest bone warships stretched over two hundred meters long.
A faint undead mist shrouded these warships. Accompanied by deep drums and horn calls, they flickered like phantoms; with every flicker, they advanced more than a dozen li. In no more than a quarter of an hour, nearly a hundred gigantic warships at the forefront had already charged onto the shore. Blown by the yin wind, these weightless dragonbone warships slammed heavily into the sandy beach, plowing hundreds of meters inland.
The grinding sounds of "crack, crack" rang without end. Vast crowds of skeleton soldiers cackled excitedly as they leaped from the warships, swiftly moving forward and soon forming a full hundred ten-thousand-man formations. Several thousand wraiths drifted down from the ships, laughing smugly as they flew above the skeleton formations. Amid faint sounds like murmured sleep-talk, the skeleton formations spread out in a line and marched forward slowly with perfectly uniform steps.
The dragonbone warships that had rushed ashore flickered, returning to the coast in the blink of an eye before swiftly retreating south.
Warship after warship continued charging ashore. Formation after formation of undead gathered, then marched north under the leadership of large numbers of high-ranking undead—wraiths, resentful spirits, flesh golems, liches, dark knights, and the like. Their marching speed was not fast, but the undead knew no fatigue. They would maintain this pace without