In the sea far away from the sea Spirit tribe, a group of trash warships were rapidly advancing toward a sea tribe not far away.
On the garbage warships of different sizes, there were many half-naked vagabonds carrying all kinds of weapons. On their wrinkled and dark faces, a trace of anticipation and greed flashed.
Looking at the sea tribe in the distance, the eyes of these Pirates, who had been transformed from sea travelers, shone with a shocking light.
At this moment, on the trash warship in the middle, stood a strong man. His every move was majestic and extraordinary.
The man was wearing an armor made of fish bones, holding a harpoon made of fish bones and metal, and exuded a sharp aura.
Standing around this pirate leader, the other Pirates all felt a faint sense of pressure, and even their breathing became hurried.
