Meanwhile, on the deck of the grandest ship, stood two men.
One young man and one old man.
The young man had blue hair, wore a long white coat.
Unlike the Flame Sea King, he was handsome and elegant.
His eyes were like ice, as if they could freeze everything.
Even so, he was still full of respect as he looked at the old man beside him.
This old man wore a long black robe, was tall and had a long beard that extended past his chest.
He was holding a long staff whose end was a dragon's head. Faintly, there was spiritual energy swirling around his body.
"There are five more hiding in the city! Mu Yun, order the other five Knights and troops to attack immediately," the old man said to the young man.
The latter nodded.
He then raised his right hand to the sky, sending a signal to attack.
The sound of a gong then resounded from the ships.
Right after that, Mu Yun pointed his hand forward.
