Ming Yuan Chi stood beside the oar, his face grave as he steered the warship straight toward the approaching Black Nether Race vessel.
To his surprise, the Black Nether Race warship did not ram them. It passed right by.
But then it swung around and followed close behind.
"Elder Ming E, I'm afraid the Black Nether Race doesn't want a head-on clash with us yet!"
Ming Yuan Chi voiced his guess.
Elder Ming E looked back at the warship behind them. The cold wind pierced their vessel's barrier, carrying a creeping chill.
"Ming Kun must be waiting for his wounds to heal before fighting us. Ignore him. Keep going!"
Elder Ming E gave the order.
And so the two warships sailed one behind the other through the depths of the Eternal Silence Sea for three days and three nights.
They passed island after island and suffered attacks from numerous Sea Immortal Beasts.
Suddenly, the Black Nether Race warship surged forward and rammed straight into the Blood Nether Race vessel.
Boom!
The warships collided with a deafening crash. Both barriers shattered at once, and a terrifying chill swept over them. Black ice crystals instantly coated the decks and cabin exteriors.
The experts of both races aboard were thrown backward. Only Ming Kun and Ming E, the two Transcendence Realm experts, managed to hold their ground.
Ming Kun gripped the Purple Firmament Thunder Gold Great Mace in one hand and stared at Elder Ming E. "You old bastard, Ming E. Looks like you've joined forces with that Battle Embryo!"
"Battle Embryo?"
Elder Ming E jolted. "What are you saying? Young friend Lu Ren is a Battle Embryo?"
"Stop playing dumb. That brat is a Battle Embryo. You want to use him to stand against our Nether Son, but don't waste your strength.