More and more sailors started noticing the sea's anomaly.
Under the horrified gazes of people, dozens of panic-stricken sailors tried to escape from the deck, only to have their chests pierced by writhing flower branches, screaming as they sank into the sea.
The fragrant smell became even more intense.
Lin stood dazed, as the shimmering sea surface was already covered with beautiful petals. In the blink of an eye, all the medium and small cargo ships laden with food and spices disappeared into the sea of flowers.
"My ship!!"
A captain let out a heart-wrenching cry and was about to lunge forward when a crew member beside him tightly held him in place.
In the next moment, one silver-white iron ship after another emerged in the distance. They sailed away from the towering fog wall channel, arranging themselves in line on the sea surface.
"It's actually the Alliance Legion's magic fleet..."
Someone murmured despairingly, "It's all over... It's all over..."
