A fleet was cutting through the waves, showing off its military might with impressive stature.
The fleet didn't have many ships, aside from the one that could accommodate dozens of planes; there were only about five or six little dots surrounding it—these were the forces on the surface. Beyond that, there would certainly be hidden forces underwater, but those were not visible from high above. What could be seen was the roaring of fighter jets above the fleet.
The fleet's speed wasn't fast, cruising over the boundless sea, but just one glance was enough to feel the intimidation and ostentation—after all, it represented the pinnacle of martial power on the planet at this time.
But for Yan Fei, what he saw at the moment was not the military might that could deter most countries on the planet, nor the greatness of human creation. Rather, it was... "When sleep comes, someone brings a pillow"!
