"Uh..."
Gazing at the expectant looks of the crowd, Mr. Wang pondered for a moment before nodding: "It shouldn't be a problem. Which side's enemies do you want me to bring here? How many warships are you planning to prepare at one time?"
After hearing Wang Yuanwei's words, Fang Yu thought for a moment before speaking: "Let's start with Meng Biao's troops. Bring over three warships first, nibble them away bit by bit, and turn that bastard Meng Biao into a lone commander!"
"Alright!"
...
As Wang Yuanwei nodded and spoke, several alchemical seal patterns soon flowed out from his body.
Unlike before, these seal patterns didn't quickly solidify into runes upon birth but continued to flicker and twist, as if they were alive, flowing down towards the seawater below.
