The sight of a bitter enemy makes the blood boil. The *Dayun* activated its Admiral Trait, hurtling forward with the speed of a thunderclap.
It was aiming straight for another corner of the *Pharaoh*!
Due to previous damage, this Pyramid-shaped drifting ship hadn't undertaken a long voyage in a great while. Over the past several days, a large number of the *Pharaoh*'s crew had been conscripted to repair the missing corner. This was the ship's most important task at the moment; Ptolemy's dignity would not tolerate any imperfection.
But a project of this scale couldn't be completed in just a day or two.
Especially out on the resource-scarce ocean. Repairing the external structure of the destroyed hull alone would take at least two months.
Fortunately, however, missing a corner didn't affect the ship's stability.
At this moment, the ship's lookouts had already spotted a drifting ship on a reckless, suicidal attack run.
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
