Compared to the other legendary ships of the Pirate Sacred Land, the ghost ship was small. The only satisfactory thing about it was its speed.
The size of the enemy’s metallic ships were enormous, and they had powerful charging force. Before they even arrived, the waves were already shaking the ghost ship.
“Our ship probably won’t be able to withstand their charge,” the child Demigod said in a low voice.
Zhao Feng then spoke to the skeletal Division Leader, “Leave the other ships and attack from long range.”
Whoosh!
The ghost ship instantly flew through the air in an attempt to avoid the shockwaves from the clash of the two Domain-level Kings.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ships below started to clash, and the pirates started to fight.
“Zhao Feng, I’m relying on you. I’ll hold the Metallic Turtle King back,” the golden-haired male messaged while fighting above.
“Okay,” Zhao Feng nodded his head.
