Around six hundred nautical miles outside Heaven Port.
This place had turned into a human Purgatory.
Sailors clung to driftwood in the sea like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, even those smashed into a bloody pulp by tentacles dispersed their blood quickly in the water.
Taylor's battleship had already adjusted its rudder to turn left and set the sails to face the wind, escaping from this area. The sea monster probably measured over a hundred meters in length with countless tentacles, simply impossible to deal with.
Minutes after they had maneuvered away, it was only through telescopes that they discovered the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge had actually gone to meet it head-on.
As a captain under Taylor's command, his eyelid twitched, saying they were retreating separately; was he actually using it as a cover for himself?
If it were Taylor on the ship, he would have undoubtedly rushed to the rescue without hesitation, even if it meant going to their deaths together.
But...
