Escort Ship.
After a round of bombardment, thick smoke billowed into the sky. Beneath the dust, the upheaved ground and shattered puppet fragments were vaguely visible.
The puppets, thought to be difficult to handle, all turned into fragments under watchful eyes.
The association members watched, feeling as if they had done nothing all the way but followed along in a circle.
Of course, this wasn't a bad thing.
It's much better than fighting desperately against those iron lumps.
"Ahead is the shallows, prepare to land." Philippa's voice came through.
Looking from the deck, one could see a long stretch of shallow waters leading to the shore.
Through the water, one could still see the rocks below, estimated to cover up to a human's knee or ankle.
Upon receiving the news, people showed joy while also preparing to board the ship.
Meanwhile, Wu Heng stood at the back, still waiting for news from the Ghost.
"Uncle, that corpse has come to life, it's Uncle Baolian Lantern."
