What they needed was a dense barrage from small- and medium-caliber guns...
And now, in just a short span of time, the three Frigates had unleashed a rain of shells.
The shells fell like Hail, tearing through sharks and Giants with ease. By the time they hit the sea, only severed limbs remained, staining the water red.
Hundreds of Shark-Riding Giants were ripped apart and destroyed. Only a handful broke through the first barrage...
Then came another volley, sending those Shark-Riding Giants straight back to the bottom of the sea.
After two rounds of fire, all that remained on the water was billowing smoke, mangled flesh, and blood...
No. Some were still alive...
Amid the smoke, three Shark-Riding Giants had survived. Light rippled around them like water, shielding them from the shells.
Instead of fleeing, they kept charging toward the Raging Flood Dragon and the Soaring Serpent.
It was hard for the shells to strike such swift, agile targets directly. Even shrapnel and the pressure from near misses barely affected the shimmering shields around them.
As the three Shark-Riding Giants drew close, Yu Hai cried out, "Those are level-five Tritons..."
Tang Changsheng gave a cold laugh. Level-five troops? With shields like those, they had to be at least level six.
In the blink of an eye, the Tritons closed in. But now they faced the warships' last line of defense...
In an instant, one Shark-Riding Giant jerked as though struck by a whip. His pale-blue shield shattered, and he burst into a spray of blood.
Countless twenty-millimeter rounds lashed the water. At a firing rate of more than ten thousand rounds a minute, it was like drawing a blade to cut water, only for the water to flow on—except this barrage seemed ready to sever the sea itself.
The Close-In