Rolling waves carried Cloud Kun, sending it and everyone aboard the ship far into the distance.
In Shen Le's hand, the triangular flag fluttered without wind. A cloud dragon stretched out its claw, as though commanding the sea waves.
[We're moving especially fast this time!] Cloud Kun's voice brimmed with delight.
[Shen Le, this time is so easy—there's no effort at all! It's like... like the water veins have come alive and are actively carrying me forward at full speed!]
"Probably Dragon Lord's power." Shen Le's eyes were half-open as he strained to mobilize his mental strength and communicate with the flag in his hand.
It was merely a small triangular flag, less than a foot long, yet it weighed heavily in his hand, as if he were holding an entire mountain.
No, not a mountain, but a lake—a lake whose edge he could only vaguely glimpse after exhausting every ounce of his strength. Sand gulls wheeled over its surface, while colorful fish swam beneath the water...
He raised the flag high, trying to give it a shake, trying to activate the power within it.
Yet just as his strength was insufficient to lift an entire lake, the lake water did not so much as ripple, much less spill over its banks and sweep into the air.
It seemed there was only one path: leave it like this and let it activate itself to confront an enemy when one appeared?
Shen Le was somewhat unwilling to accept that. What if it failed to activate then? What if it refused to work?
What if it waited until the entire ship took a hit, the hull was breached, and the mast snapped before it did anything?
No. Power had to remain in his own hands!
He intensified the flow of his mental