Qi Li's turning point was this wind and sand.
Although a hurricane-scale sandstorm like this also affected the Frost Continent Fleet, they mainly relied on their minds to transmit orders among themselves. Unlike the Qingyang Fleet, they did not need Radiant Transmission to communicate.
This would be greatly advantageous to them.
In this weather, the Qingyang Fleet simply could not command its ships, nor could it even turn back to the Earth Rampart. Even if they discovered the Frost Continent Fleet, they would have no way to stop its offensive.
As long as they could seize this opportunity and deal a crushing blow to the Qingyang Fleet in one stroke, Frost Continent's crisis would be resolved.
Zhang Yu had also noticed that the entire Frost Continent Fleet was turning southeast and gradually accelerating with the wind. His gaze flickered slightly.
He saw that this sandstorm had arisen without warning. It did not seem naturally formed, but rather like something brought about by some miraculous means.
By now, he could be said to understand the situation on both sides. He almost immediately grasped Frost Continent's intentions this time.
If that was so, he absolutely could not allow this fleet to slip away. Otherwise, it would not only inflict enormous losses upon their own fleet; in a worse scenario, it might even shake the entire course of the battle.
Fortunately, this weather did not affect cultivators much. Their sight and senses had not been greatly hindered, so he still had a chance to intervene.
However, destroying the fleet before it returned to the battlefield would be rather difficult at this point. Thus, only one method was most feasible.
Break their command vessel and kill their commander!
During the previous fighting, he had discovered that this fleet's morale and fighting spirit were both