"Retreat!"
Prince Hans's expression was uncertain, but finally, he clenched his teeth and said, "Return to Dragonbone island first! The present situation is very unfavorable to us. We will deal with the enemy when we have a clear picture of their situation! "
Damn fog.
This strange fog had utterly wiped them out. There was no trace of the enemy, and there was no way to command the battle. All his men were running around like headless chickens. If the enemy were a ghost ship, they would only lose more if they stay here. The undead was not affected by the fog. They observed the world according to the color of the soul. The vision of the undead was more like the vision of the spiritual world, a kind of gray color.
Under these circumstances, the enemy could see them while they couldn't see the enemy.
"Wuuuu!"
A bleak horn sounded, and with the sound of the retreat horn, the warships around could not help stopping.
"What happened?"
