Fierce Battle, Arrival at the Front

After Ao Yuan received Yang Wenqing's order, he did not act at once. Instead, he asked Ao Guang, "There are over a thousand Flying Boats across from us. Are we charging straight at them?"

Ao Guang replied, "His choice is right. They may have plenty of Flying Boats, but they don't have much fighting power. Their only advantage is speed, so they can only fight a running battle against us. We mustn't let them. Attacking their central force directly is our best option."

Ao Yuan's misgivings eased somewhat. Then he heard Ao Guang add, "He's sent three Third-Realm cultivators over. What are you still worried about?"

That finally dispelled Ao Yuan's doubts. He ordered the entire fleet to attack in an assault formation, and a deep horn blast echoed through the night sky—the customary ritual whenever Dragon Palace went on the offensive.

The next moment, the deep-blue flagship adjusted its bearing. Light on the runic disk at its bow shifted from pale blue to blazing white, like a deep-sea behemoth waking and opening its eyes.

Seven large Aquatic Clan warships surged forward abreast. Spirit-light railings along their sides lit up one by one, drawing moisture from thousands of meters around them into a flowing layer of armor.

Medium warships followed close behind. Each fed Water Spirit Aura extracted from the sea wind through the runic core in its keel and into its propulsion formation.

The escort Flying Boats spread into two arcs, opening on either side of the main formation like the wings of a giant bird. Their rapid-fire spirit cannons charged at the same time.

Boom—

The first clash erupted fifteen seconds later.

A New Continent Combat Shuttle darted out of the icy mist at an angle. Three runic repeating crossbows at its bow fired together, sending dark-teal bolts