Chen Feng's thin figure looked down upon everything before him, his gaze piercing through space and fixating coldly on the distant shoreline.
Dozens of ships opened their bottoms at that moment, accompanied by a stench of heads, slipping onto the sea like dumplings.
The owners of the heads were all insects and mutated monsters, filling the holds of dozens of ships, now being cast upon the sea line. Imagine how terrifying this scene is!
The entire coast was dyed red with blood, these heads rising and falling with the waves, as if unwilling to die this way, thick resentment permeated the surrounding, to the point that the weather was slightly affected, becoming colder and gloomier.
This somewhat affected the surrounding warriors, after all, whether on the sea or the land, too many corpses were piled up. This sense of decay impacted their will.
But Chen Feng remained unchanged.
