The abrupt peace enjoyed by the Barren Land didn't come out of the blue.
Far from the barren land, in the southern sea, dozens of military ships came to a halt, unable to sail forward.
Not that they didn't want to sail forward, but the path ahead was under a heavy storm.
The various factions of the sea race were locked in a deadly battle, causing a severe sea storm.
Therefore, no ship dared to sail inside it.
On the Wang clan battle ship, the Wang patriarch stood on the bow of the ship, looking at the raging sea storm with an unsightly expression on his face.
"When will these damn sea animals stop their useless fighting?" He grumbled annoyingly.
"In a week or two, they should be tired by then," his butler responded.
On the other ships, all the clan masters were furious about this delay. Previously, they had gathered their men and rushed to this Forsaken land, with the intention to turn the barren land into ruins.
