Jiang Zhiwei and her friends exited their tent and followed Xu Wei as he made several turns within the main camp to reach "Lord of the Naval Conquests" Zhu Shou's large tent.
It was already some time since daybreak but the sky was still dark, foreboding the events that would come. The waves of the Nu River crashed into one another, causing deafening roars.
"Splash!"
The waves reached sky high and crashed into the camp of the Revolutionary Army. The sky rapidly darkened. Mist and gale began converging to form a huge falling fist.
"Enemy ambush!" The experienced Exterior expert on guarding duty drummed his Vital Spirit and sent his voice resounding throughout the entire camp.
Zhu Shou, Immortal Wanshi, Du Huaishang, and the rest came out one after another. What they saw were so many ships that the masts gathered like forests and banners seemed to cover the sky. "Martial Monarch" stood proudly at the forefront, his clothing moving in the wind.
