The Sharkmen of the eastern sea were not very famous inland.
There was almost no record of them going ashore. There was an attack on the coast a few decades ago, but that time, they were beaten up by hai Shi and never again.
However, the ocean was their home ground. They traveled in groups and were quite powerful. If fishing boats and merchant ships encountered them, they would end up in a miserable state without the protection of powerful cultivators.
However, on the other hand, the Flying Ship was superior and not sailing on the sea, which made it difficult to detect, let alone attack.
The cultivators on the swift Boat looked down with serious expressions. In the dark night, with the flashing of lightning and the rumbling of Thunder, the occasional appearance of the dorsal fins of sharks made the atmosphere even more tense.
"How will they attack us? Flying?" Lu Weiwen asked.
