The Flying Cloud Tower warship carried three thousand armored soldiers, and Jiang Wang stood even higher, upon the flying clouds.
There truly was a Sea Race Lord on the far bank of the river, with an army arrayed and a bag already drawn tight. They had even expended resources to lay down a vicious formation before this Boundary River, whose location never remained fixed.
Clearly, they had long been prepared for the Human Race's assault.
But a man's name was like a tree's shadow.
Jiang Wang had dragged Yu Guangyuan through the Lost Realm on a chain like a dog, then shattered Ao Huangzhong head-on. The Sea Race had known of it for a long time.
The moment the great banner of Wu'an unfurled, the armored soldiers aboard the Flying Cloud Tower warship had barely formed up.
Then came a succession of booming explosions, flames flaring without end. The great formation meant for two armies locked in battle was destroyed in a single blast. What should have killed enemies was instead used to hold them back.
The Sea Race army stationed here instantly formed ranks, only to turn and flee on the spot!
The Flying Cloud Tower warship's full-speed advance under its Twelve Formations came to an abrupt halt. Jiang Wang alone did not slow in the slightest. He crossed the blazing light by himself, bearing the eruption of the Sea Race formation as he pursued the enemy.
Yet all he could see was boundless Soldier Sha and layered sea-shadows. There was simply no sign of the commanding general.
Chen Zhitao's secret scouting art had made it perfectly clear: there was only one Sea Race Lord on this side of the riverbank, and his face was utterly unfamiliar. Presumably, he could not withstand even a single exchange... Unfortunately, his feet