On the flagship of the three main island allied fleet.
Qu Jiuge saw that the opposing fleet still showed no movement—neither advancing nor retreating, only maintaining a divine defensive barrier—and could not help but curl his lips in ridicule.
So the so-called false god believers, though few in number, were said to be extremely powerful. Now it seemed they were nothing more than this.
The strength of the divine defensive barrier was only at an ordinary demigod-tier level.
"It looks like they are afraid."
Qu Jiuge did not want to waste any more time. He raised his right hand high and swung it down sharply.
"Full assault! Crystal cannons provide cover! Completely destroy them!"
"Yes! Charge!"
The fleet suddenly accelerated, all ships rushing toward Fang Heng's vessel.
Standing at the bow, Fang Heng looked up at the advancing fleet. His eyes carried a trace of disdain as his body slowly levitated into the air, a drop of bright red blood slowly condensing between his brows.
