In the starry sky, a dozen Jiepeng warships slowly moved across, forming a steel wall.
The missiles and torpedoes that arrived one after another, after piercing through countless debris and fireballs ahead, shot towards the black hulls of these warships, causing them to continuously roll and tremble.....
The bursts of explosions illuminated the Command Room of the flagship, and the pupils of everyone flickered between light and dark.
Seeing this scene, without Fatty having to explain anything, everyone understood that the last two waves of attacks were unlikely to pose any more threats to the Jiepeng Fleet. For a moment, the officers and staff felt a heavy sinking in their hearts.
A warrior cuts off a wrist.... The Dragon Rider Fleet adopted the simplest and most effective method.
