Chapter 6: The Army Presses the Border_2

Liu Zhenhan stood at the bow of the ship, his back as straight and motionless as a spear embedded into the deck.

The dark clouds grew heavier, with flashes of lightning appearing and disappearing. The wind was strong, whipping up a mist over the sea surface.

The wailing wind blew Liu Zhenhan's hair into his eyes, which he forcefully shook away.

The comforting melody of spirit communication rose above the roar of the angry sea, sounding poignantly.

Liu Zhenhan's eyes mirrored the crisscrossing lights of swords in a long room, casting a cold light.

Behind him stood a row of rugged Panta Warriors, the deadly forks in their hands shimmering with an intimidating glow.

Ferguson Xu sighed, retracting his "head" that had been exposed outside his "shell".

Black and murky waves made loud noises, spraying across the sky. Seagulls hunting in the distance squawked desolately amid flashes of lightning, flying increasingly lower.