"It seems Meng Biao and the Divine Hall side have lost."
"Strange... strange..."
"I clearly gave him two trump cards, more than enough to turn the tide, so why..."
He shook his head and murmured, his eyes flickering.
This battle was extremely important to his strategy, and so he risked his identity being exposed by deploying elite troops from Lanyun Sea Country and giving Meng Biao two Crystal Stones capable of annihilating the battle strength at an Extraordinary Ship level.
Yet...
Still, Meng Biao lost.
Where did the problem lie?
"Alas!"
He sighed softly, beginning to contemplate a countermeasure.
"Lost? Hehe..."
At this moment, a playful voice suddenly rang beside him, and a figure shrouded in mist quietly appeared next to him.
The silhouette that suddenly emerged was indistinct, with an entirely unclear visage.
The only discernible thing was that when this person appeared, the sound of tides rising and falling seemed to faintly arise around his body.
"Splash..."
