Dozens of black dots were rapidly approaching within their field of view. Their target was unmistakable: they were heading straight for the Tiger Fang Pirate Group.
A dangerous depletion of spiritual energy spread through the air. The cultivators were drawing on the spiritual energy in the surrounding space, gathering their Spellcraft in their final preparations to attack.
The Tiger Fang Pirate Group showed no weakness either. Their slow advance abruptly accelerated, and the cultivators spread out into combat spacing as they charged to meet the enemy.
Throughout the process, there were no shouts, no exchanges. Everyone understood as clearly as a mirror what they were about to face.
As the two pirate groups drew close and the cultivators spread out, the approximate difference in their numbers became apparent.
The Tiger Fang Pirate Group had over sixty people, while the Canghai Pirates had fewer than forty. This was an uneven battle.
"A thirty-percent difference in numbers. This Canghai Pirates Group really is arrogant!" Yin Zhilong watched with mounting interest. Battles like this were rare in the cultivation world; they were essentially clashes between major powers. Even an ordinary small country might not be able to muster this many Heaven-Connecting Realm cultivators. For him, at least, this was a first.
Everyone said the Brocade Continent was growing increasingly chaotic. They had not felt it particularly keenly on this journey, but out at sea, the first signs were already emerging in clashes like this.
When the two sides were a hundred zhang apart, a violent storm of techniques abruptly formed. Flames, ice arrows, wind vortices, Golden Cones, flying swords, and all manner of other attacks mingled along the line where the two forces met.
Then, just before contact, they suddenly scattered like two flocks of startled birds.
When cultivators fought in groups, only