A cry of alarm rang out. The trash warship piloted by the members of the rising fish tribe had disintegrated the moment it came into contact with the Holy Dragon city's warship. The passengers on it also fell into the sea.
Fortunately, the tribesmen of the water world were all Masters of playing with water. Even if they fell into the sea, they would not be in any danger for a while.
However, there was a huge warship behind them at this moment. If they were to be sucked into it, they would have a slim chance of survival.
The tribesmen had also realized this, and they all fled with all their might, trying to avoid the ship that was crashing toward them.
The Holy Dragon City soldiers on the warship did not care about the tribesmen who had fallen into the water. Instead, they fixed their eyes on the garbage warship at the front, accelerating towards it.
