With over two hundred ghost ships at his disposal, Charles occasionally could take a rest, sacrificing a dozen or so ghost ships to gain a chance to catch his breath. He always suspected there was something beneath the sea helping him, but the battle was so intense that he had no time to investigate.
Charles had regained about seventy to eighty percent of his strength and picked up the Flame Knight Lance once again; he let out a roar and resumed the fight.
His ability to go from strength to strength in the ghost fleet owed much to his last battle; a bunch of sacred-level subordinates had seized all the ancient magic spirit battleships in the ghost fleet, and along with them, subdued all the sacred-level spirits. This time he was not even facing opponents of sacred level or beyond.
