James pondered for a long while before suddenly asking those around him, "Can you recognize who they are?"
"The distance is too far..."
"God, do we even need to recognize them? Which sect can muster so many ships except that damned Sunrise Gate?" shouted Qiao En, his beard bristling.
"Then forget it, Qiao En, we only have three ships now, it's not the time to conflict with the Chinese!" James sighed, eventually giving up his desire and replied.
"No, no, no, those are twelve demon breeds, lured here at the risk of our lives, there should be a share for us in it, they can't monopolize it like a bandit, I disagree, James, we must do something!"
Qiao En bellowed, his eyes bloodshot.
In view, the 97 assembled Ghost Ships formed a tightly organized, disciplined army, appearing indestructible no matter how one looked.
