The bright yellow flames stood out starkly amid the lush green jungle in the distance.
Even without sweeping it with his Divine Sense, Wang Ba was certain he could not have mistaken it.
"Cannons. Those are cannons."
He could clearly see the gunpowder smoke spreading through the distant jungle. With each flash of flame came the booming of cannons.
Here in the Little Cang Realm, he had seen something that existed only in his memories, something seemingly entirely unrelated. At that moment, the wonder and complexity in Wang Ba's heart were truly beyond words.
"Cannons?"
Zhaojie sounded somewhat puzzled.
Wang Ba shook his head without explaining. In a flash, he appeared in the sky above the distant scene.
Seeing this, Zhaojie hurried after him.
But soon, the slightly acrid, grayish-yellow smoke rising from below made him frown involuntarily. He dispersed it with a light wave.
Then he glanced down, taking in the general situation in just a few looks.
This was clearly a battlefield.
The shoreline divided the two sides. On land stood several enormous, ferocious-looking Totem Beasts and a crowd of Tupi Continent savages, shouting with javelins in their hands.
On the sea beyond the shore, however, was a fleet bearing distinct Daosheng Continent characteristics.
It was currently arrayed along the coast in a long, single-file formation.
Each ship carried thick cast-iron tubes. Operated by men dressed as soldiers beside them, the tubes periodically spat blazing flames, accompanied by explosions comparable to Heavenly Thunder Seeds and clouds of acrid smoke.
With every boom, a red-hot iron ball shot slowly out and landed on the Totem Beasts in the coastal jungle.
The blasts tore bloody craters into the Totem Beasts' bodies.
But the Totem Beasts recovered quickly as well. Though they howled incessantly, their bodies were restored in the blink