Thunk! Thunk !
Bawang glided through the tranquil waters, a silent shadow slipping into the embrace of Fask Harbor. Before it lay an imposing assembly of warships, each securely anchored.
"Master, which shall be our initial choice?" The query emanated from Liu Yong, who this time commanded the operation, while Bawang executed the meticulous strategies.
Contemplating the array before him, Liu Yong surveyed the warships, his thoughts weaving intricate threads of consideration. The selection process was a nuanced art, requiring careful deliberation.
The abundance of vessels was overwhelming. Employing the conventional approach, the Overlord would use its colossal spear to submerge each ship individually, a method that demanded patience.
But time—did they truly possess the luxury of time?
With every fierce thrust of the giant spear, ripples of upheaval would cascade, inevitably capturing the attention of Country E's vigilant navy.