Misty Sea.
No longer quiet as usual.
Completely ignited by various gunfire and shrieking.
Yi Lin had two targets.
"Calypso".
"Demon King".
Yi Lin was not worried about how to seal Calypso, the problem now was... Yi Lin had no precise information about the legendary Demon King.
Through a veil of fog, the Lucky No. 2 suddenly accelerated, swiftly sweeping toward the dark shadow within the dense mist, like an arrow.
Watching this scene, Yi Lin decided to ignore the other warships and, along with Doggy, quietly followed behind the Lucky No. 2.
Woo woo woo—
In the thick fog, the Lucky No. 2 emitted a series of lofty whistles.
Like a valiant warrior blowing the horn before rushing to their final battlefield.
Watching the Lucky No. 2's retreating figure, Yi Lin clearly knew that, driven by some sort of inertia, this ship was very likely to meet a grim fate, but aside from silently giving his approval, Yi Lin found no other reason to prevent the ship from proceeding.