Lin Qi's fleet was still three hundred li from Frostleaf Island, yet several hundred ships of all sizes had already gathered around the island. These vessels, large and small, were divided into several dozen clearly distinct clusters, separated from one another by two or three li, each adopting an attitude of minding its own business.
Judging by their specifications, some were gigantic ocean-going ships three hundred meters long, while others were ordinary vessels barely twenty-odd meters in length. There were broad, imposing square-bowed seagoing ships from the Blood Qin Empire; sleek, beautifully lined ram ships from the Western Continent; exquisitely elaborate elven warships that looked like works of art; and even goblin warships covered everywhere in iron-pipe patches, looking like heaps of garbage.
Most astonishingly, several long Viking warboats had appeared among them, along with a squadron of undead bone boats made entirely from white bones, which spat patches of eerie green ghostfire even in broad daylight.
There were also twelve grass ships made from a special kind of long grass, verdant from stem to stern, with their prows and sterns soaring high into the air. They had come from the Black Spirit Continent. Heaven knew how these hundred-meter grass ships had crossed the vast ocean. After all, the straight-line voyage from the Black Spirit Continent to here was at least two hundred thousand li—how on earth had they made it?
These fleets varied in number. The larger ones had twelve or thirteen ships, while the smaller ones had only two or three. Yet every ship flew two huge banners from its mast. The upper banner bore images of various ferocious beasts and spirit birds, marking the family they belonged to. The lower banner came in all manner of strange and peculiar designs, likely representing the identity of the fleet's