Above the vast and boundless ocean,
Giant waves rolled incessantly, and even the most ordinary waves towered dozens of meters high, sometimes revealing the fleeting shadows of enormous sea beasts.
Every time these giants appeared, they would set off waves hundreds, if not thousands, of meters high.
The onslaught was overwhelming.
Ordinary warships would stand no chance of navigating here.
This was the Southern Sea Area.
At this moment,
a gigantic warship sailed across the sea.
This vessel, stretching a kilometer long, still seemed as insignificant as a grain of sand compared to the vast ocean.
So tiny, so trivial.
On the deck,
Huang Feihu stood tall, already drenched by seawater, his hands gripping the rail tight, his eyes gleaming with the sharpness of a hawk, his expression extremely grave.
Huang Feihu had dominated this rebellious territory for hundreds of years.
He had never seen the Southern Sea Area so tumultuous and fraught with danger.
