With more than two hundred Ghost Ships, Charlotte could occasionally rest for a while, sacrificing a dozen or so Ghost Ships to buy himself a chance to catch his breath. He had always suspected that something beneath the sea was helping him, but the battle was too intense for him to investigate.
Charlotte had recovered seventy or eighty percent of his strength. He picked up the Flaming Knight's Lance again, let out a roar, and resumed the battle.
The main reason he could grow stronger as he fought within the Ghost Fleet was that, in the previous battle, his Saint Rank subordinates had seized all the Ancient Magic Ghost Warships in the Ghost Fleet, along with subduing the ghost Saints. This time, he simply could not encounter an opponent above Saint Rank.
Only after that came his supernatural ability! Eighteen Hands of Blazing Flame constantly fluttered around Charlotte, each holding a Supernatural Weapon. They were equivalent to a small combat squad, one that did not need to worry about casualties. After all, the Hands of Blazing Flame had almost no vulnerable points that could be attacked. Every battle was a one-sided beating, and they were even more formidable than a real team of more than ten people.
As for the Supernatural Weapons, there was even less need to mention them. They were also one of the important reasons.
Charlotte Labyrinthized another five Ghost Ships, withdrew from the battle, caught his breath for a while, recovered some strength, hurriedly ate a bite of food, then threw himself back into the fight.
Agmilas had sent out Ishermerlun Palace for the second time, and this time it refused to retreat no matter what. That could only mean one thing: this evil god was in serious trouble and could not mobilize his main strength