The lookout peered over the sea and saw the shadows of giant turtles flickering in and out of visibility.
Bang bang bang...
They kept ramming the bottom of the Divine Wind, causing the Golden Level magic-powered ship to rock incessantly.
"It's a group of ramming turtles!"
"At least three of them are at the Golden Level."
"How is that possible? We've already scouted the area; where did this group of turtles come from?"
"If this continues, the hull of the Divine Wind will be smashed through!"
Feng Lian's silhouette shot out like a swift arrow.
He floated mid-air, waved his scythe, and sent out Wind Blades to slash at the group of ramming turtles in the sea.
But the very next moment, a dense flurry of spatial fluctuations formed around each turtle.
The ramming turtles suddenly disappeared far away, perfectly evading all the Wind Blades' attacks.
At the same time, similar spatial fluctuations reappeared inside the cabin of the Divine Wind.
