This battle.
First came the pressure of a head-on clash, then the sneak attack on the cabins, then the Eerie learning to split them up tactically.
Now miniature Eerie bats that specifically killed the weak had appeared, their attacks piling on layer after layer, almost crushing everyone.
Cao Xianming stared fixedly into the depths of the sky, where dark clouds churned and sinister winds howled.
An aura more terrifying than all the Human-Faced Owl Bats combined was slowly awakening.
The true terror had yet to descend.
And they were already on the verge of breaking.
Blood drenched the deck, and screams rang out endlessly. The miniature owl bats' shrieks, their sharp claws, and the sounds of flesh tearing wove together into a symphony of death.
Everyone struggled desperately, a hair's breadth between life and death.
The next second, a pair of even larger, even colder slit pupils slowly opened amid the dark clouds.
An invisible pressure bore down viciously on the Warship with the terrifying force to crush everything.
Atop the Balloon Octopus, Yang Yong and Wang Ying were instantly crushed to one knee by that force.
Their necks strained almost to the breaking point, their heads nearly pressed against the octopus's cold body.
Even breathing brought searing, tearing pain.
"What is that thing?"
"How can it be this strong!"
Yang Yong looked up in horror at the pitch-black sky.
By then, heavy clouds had completely obscured the heavens, their dark-purple masses churning and surging.
And at the center of those roiling clouds, a slit pupil slowly opened-enormous, cold, utterly emotionless.
A deathly gray light glimmered within it. Merely being watched made their very souls tremble.
Wang Ying had maintained that indifferent expression throughout.
Yang Yong curled his lip, silently cursing her as a cold woman. He was just about