Section 51: Fishing Ship Hook

The Justice's mana pool constantly infused demon energy, and the soft glow at the bow covered a vast expanse of sea, extending even beyond the Windless Domain.

With that, the gale blowing head-on was rendered completely ineffective.

"Destroy it!" shouted the Silver Mage, who maintained the spell, his tone frantic and distressed.

"Let me handle it," a one-eyed archer on another ship called out loudly in response.

This was a young man, his sharp, elongated ears betraying his identity—an elf.

He drew his bow, his Silver Level aura brimming unchecked.

Fighting energy was crazily infused.

The next moment, he gently released his hand, and the arrow shot forth, tracing a brilliant silver arc through the air.

The silver arc headed almost straight for the Peace Angel statue.

The Dragon-man youth snorted coldly, unleashing his innate magical Dragon Roar, targeting the arrow.