"Tsk, so many ships."
Su Jie watched the dozens of vessels making up the transport convoy ahead, pulled out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner from within his clothes, and touched the head of the thousand-hand centipede wrapped around his arm.
"Xiao Qian, go, let me see what dropping dumplings into boiling water looks like."
"Sizzle."
The thousand-hand centipede hissed and crawled down from Su Jie's arm, plunging into the nearby sea.
Gurgle!
In the water, the thousand-hand centipede bubbled as it swam, its pale corpse hands detaching on their own, flitting through the water, burrowing into the mud, and finding the preplaced magnetic water mines.
The pale corpse hands, ten to a group, quickly approached the United States Bay of Bengal Expeditionary Fleet, clutching the magnetic water mines.
