The fleet sailed for two days and two nights.
When the hazy outline of the Seafoam Islands appeared on the horizon, the sky's color changed dramatically as well.
One moment, the sky was clear for miles; the next, lead-gray clouds spread like ink, rapidly blackening the entire sky.
The temperature plummeted at a visibly perceptible rate.
A thin layer of frost instantly formed across the deck.
Then, without warning, a violent blizzard swept over them, mixed with hail.
Visibility instantly dropped to less than ten meters.
Huge icebergs like small mountains began appearing on the sea, looming in and out of sight through the wind and snow.
"Alert! Dense icebergs spotted ahead!"
The lookout's voice grew shrill and urgent over the communications channel.
The atmosphere in the flagship's bridge instantly grew unbearably tense.
With visibility like this, even the radar's usefulness was reduced to a minimum, barely able to detect some of the largest icebergs.
The smaller but equally deadly chunks of floating ice could not be spotted in time at all.
The fleet was in danger of running aground and sinking at any moment.
"All ships, slow down! Turn the searchlights to maximum power!"
The captain roared himself hoarse.
Just as everyone was scrambling about in utter chaos.
A calm voice rang throughout the flagship over the ship's broadcast system.
"All ships, follow my commands."
It was Ye Li.
At some point, he had arrived on the bridge and taken his place before the chart table.
There was not the slightest trace of panic on his face, and his gaze was as calm as a deep pool.
"Flagship, hard to port. Heading 275. Maintain five knots."
"Frigate One, follow the flagship. Keep a distance of fifty meters."
"Frigates Two and Three, turn to starboard. Detour through coordinates XXX. There's