For Luo Fan and the others, encountering another fleet fleeing Eastern Japan was only a minor incident.
After the battle ended, their ship continued toward Eastern Japan Island.
As for the three damaged ships?
They drifted alone on the sea, corpses strewn across their decks. Blood flowed through the gaps in the planks and dripped into the water, spreading in patches of dark red.
The Fierce Beasts in the sea had astonishingly keen senses of smell.
Within moments, several thick tentacles emerged from beneath the surface, their suckers fastening firmly to a ship's side. An enormous octopus monster slowly climbed onto its deck.
Its eerie green eyes swiveled, and a tentacle deftly curled around a corpse and stuffed it into its mouth, producing a teeth-grating crunch.
Several flying Fierce Beasts circled overhead as well. After confirming there was no danger, they swooped down, seized corpses with their sharp talons, and flapped back into the sky.
Standing at the stern, Luo Fan glanced at the scene before looking away.
Aside from a few low-tier weird crystals, those Eastern Japan people had nothing worth looting.
He had even less interest in the damaged ships and the supplies aboard them.
The other members of the Hope Convoy felt much the same. Niu Dagang leaned against the rail, watching the octopus monster feast on the deck. He scratched the back of his head, muttered, "That thing's really ugly," then turned and went back into the cabin.
The ship sailed onward.
Morning sunlight spilled across the glittering sea, and the sea breeze brushed their faces with its salty, fishy scent.
Occasionally, they spotted other fleeing ships in the distance.
But upon seeing Luo Fan's brand-new ship, all of them gave it a wide berth, not daring to come anywhere near.
Anyone could tell without thinking