"Have you ever heard of a saying, 'Man conquers nature'?" Jiang Dali asked, a faint smile playing on his lips as he stared at the thirty-five ships that had vanished beneath the fog below, showing no sign of panic.
"Man conquers nature?" Wang Yuyan felt a tremor in her heart, remembering the scene a few days ago when Jiang Dali had resisted the Heavenly Thunder. She gazed at Jiang Dali's cold, hard profile brimming with confidence. Even now, with his comical bald head, he seemed to exude a heroic spirit.
She quickly turned her head again, staring nervously downward, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
"Wind! Wind! Wind!"
Just then, from the fog-covered sea below, a tremendous uproar arose, sounding like a large crowd shouting together, the noise stirring the fog into swirling eddies.
Jiang Dali's eyes narrowed, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth, pinpointing the source of the sound below and instructing the Demon Hawk to circle back and forth above the area.
