In the distance, the massive fleet remained seemingly untouched, but was surrounded underwater by the Shahua Fishmen, and a towering Sand Lake Fishman Prince, measuring three meters and a half in height, suddenly leaped from the sea and landed directly on the deck of the flagship.
"Gahn, why retreat at this moment," said the Fishman Prince, his six arms clenched with a grim expression as his strong physique drenched the deck.
He easily pushed aside the bulky Beastman Guards and approached the calm Beastman Royal Family, suppressing his burgeoning anger as he questioned, "We're so close to success. As long as we clear away all the sunken ships below the sea, we can step straight onto the shore and break that frail city."
"It's almost midnight," the Beastman answered calmly, "and those timid Giant Dragons have yet to show themselves. Continuing the attack would give them the chance to ambush, not all Beastman Warriors excel at nighttime sea battles."
