Right in front of the sudden appearance of the Land of Fallen, hundreds of outlander ships waited patiently for the protective pressure in the Land of Fallen to disappear.
The sea was eerily calm, leaving only the humming sound coming from the Land of Fallen. Suddenly, a strong tide splashed over the sea surface.
All the outlanders turned their gaze in the direction of the commotion. A fleet of battleships was sailing toward their direction at top speed.
Looking at the intimidating fleet, all the outlanders frowned. The Wang Patriarch, Wang Duyi, knitted his brow. No one could guess what he was thinking.
The calm atmosphere became extremely tense, and everyone held their breath, gripping their weapons tightly. These were the enemies they wanted to obliterate, and now they presented themselves on the platter of gold.
