Three springs and autumns drifted by.
Three years later, in the vast, open sea southwest of the Demon Suppression Islands, over a hundred Flying Boats flew in formation, slowly making their way across the sky.
The pale blue Flying Boats featured ferocious Spiritual Energy Giant Cannons angled downwards, their muzzles aimed at the sea's surface. Behind each Spiritual Energy Giant Cannon stood a Cultivator, the muzzles shimmering with a faint Spiritual Light, ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.
Aboard the Flying Boats, pale blue, holographic light screens floated, monitoring the surrounding sea—and even the seabed—with almost no blind spots.
In front of these light screens stood more armor-clad Cultivators, their eyes locked on the projections, their presence radiating a thick, murderous intent.
