"They're coming, they're coming!"
Someone was screaming.
"Hold the formation, hold the formation!" Li Xu shouted loudly.
The signal flags fluttered rapidly, and under the shouts, the agitated formation gradually stabilized.
Once the formation was stable, Li Xu looked towards the small fleet that had just left for fishing.
They were still blissfully unaware!
But even now, a warning would be unseen, Li Xu clenched his teeth and looked towards the direction from which danger was coming.
As the distance closed, the dozen or so points of light that had escaped were becoming visible, about a dozen Ghost Ships in no formation, just swaying and drifting closer.
A mass of shadows moved around them, their exact number completely indiscernible…
