Eternal life begins with saving my clan

Chapter 87 : The battle on the sea. Part 1

Su Yen was so excited that he left the dumfounded Elder Su Feng in the hall and rushed toward the back of the sect.

For the next couple of hours, he was busy inside the ancestral land, working on the image stone.

Meanwhile, out on the Southern sea, the ten formidable battleships sliced through the waves, their formidable presence casting a shadow of foreboding.

A legion of soldiers filled these ships, their collective aura exuding a fearsome strength that sent shivers through the hearts of the sea races dwelling beneath the waves.

Panic gripped them as they hurriedly relayed the ominous news to their leaders.

In the depths of the sea, the Mountain Sea Turtle received the message with an air of expectation.

It promptly issued orders to its subordinates, commanding them to stay submerged and out of sight for the time being.

Amidst this tension, on one of the ships, Huang Gou's gaze flitted over the expressionless soldiers, a mixture of respect and awe in his eyes.

He hesitated before addressing Elder Su Bolin.

"Elder," he began, his voice trembling with trepidation,

"Do you know what is going on?"

Elder Su Bolin, a paragon of composure, calmly gripped the hilt of his sword and responded with a matter-of-fact tone,

"We are under attack."

Huang Gou's jaw hung agape at the blunt revelation, and just as he mustered the courage to inquire further, Elder Su Bolin added, his voice firm and unwavering,

"You don't need to know who they are. Just understand that those coming are the enemies of the Barren Land."

The weight of those words settled heavily in the air, causing Huang Gou to swallow hard, his gaze dropping to the expressionless soldiers who seemed indifferent to the impending conflict.

A silent exchange with his protector led to a discreet signal to remain quiet. Rolling his eyes and shrugging his shoulders, Huang Gou muttered,

"I'm just curious, that's all," as he turned to peer at the eerily calm sea, where the brewing storm of confrontation lay hidden beneath the waves.

On the other side of the sea, three ancient massive ships sailed against the current. The magnificent of these ships can't be compared to the barren ship.

The atmosphere on the massive, ancient ships sailing against the current was one of awe and intimidation.

These majestic vessels dwarfed the barren land ships, their sheer magnificence capable of crushing the will to fight in any mortal man.

The lifelike ancient beasts intricately drawn on their hulls only added to their ominous presence, an embodiment of power and mystery.

Unlike the tense atmosphere aboard the barren land ships, the decks of these ancient vessels were relatively calm, with only a few vigilant soldiers patrolling for potential anomalies.

However, a sudden shift in the surroundings caught the attention of the captain of the patrolling guards.

He noticed that the sea beasts, which had been relentlessly attacking their ship, had inexplicably ceased their assault.

The sea grew eerily silent as they journeyed forward, a disconcerting hush that hinted at something unnatural.

"What's going on?" he muttered, confusion etched across his face.

He rushed to the other side of the ship, where he observed the sea for several more moments.

To his surprise, all the sea beasts had vanished, leaving behind only ordinary sea animals.

He raised his head, staring at the endless horizon of water, a gut feeling telling him that something significant was about to happen.

Without hesitation, he hurried inside the ship to report this strange phenomenon.

Swiftly, a group of men dressed in black armor assembled and rushed to the scene.

A middle-aged man led the charge, making his way to the bow of the ship.

With palpable tension hanging in the air, he scrutinized the sea for a few intense minutes.

"Strange indeed," the man uttered after assessing the situation.

Thoughts raced through his mind as he contemplated the sudden disappearance of the sea beasts.

"Are the sea races preparing to attack us?" he thought out loud. His gaze shifted to his most capable men as he issued orders with authority.

"Report to the young mistress about this strange phenomenon," he instructed.

Then, with a solemn tone, he declared, "Put the ship in battle mode. All soldiers must be ready for battle."

The anticipation of impending conflict cast a shadow over the ship.

The atmosphere on the central ship was thick with tension, with Wang Baozhai emerging from her room wearing a cold, expressionless gaze that sent a shiver down the spines of those who crossed her path.

Her sharp perception didn't miss the palpable unease among her crew as she strode purposefully to the deck's edge.

From there, she gazed out at the eerily silent sea, a faint frown crossing her face.

In her mind, resolute thoughts echoed, "No matter who attacks us, I won't hesitate to finish them off if they get on my nerves."

She spoke these words in her mind, her determination etched onto her face.

"Be prepared," she commanded ruthlessly, her voice cutting through the uneasy air, "if the sea race attacks us, kill them all."

The commander of the army nodded respectfully, acknowledging her orders with utmost loyalty.

The tension on the ship escalated, as everyone braced for an imminent clash.

Returning to her room, Wang Baozhai continued her cultivation, sitting in a lotus position on her bed, clutching two small stones in her hands.

They were Spirit stones, a vital resource in a barren land devoid of spiritual essence.

As for the tensed atmosphere on the ship, she relegated it to the recesses of her mind, focusing on her own power and determination.

Suddenly, a resounding tolling of a bell reverberated throughout the ship, jolting her out of her meditation.

Her frown deepened, but before her anger could manifest, a sonorous voice rang out.

"Prepare for battle, enemies in the distance."

"Archers, ready," the urgent command followed.

The deck of the ship became a flurry of activity, with the rush of heavy footsteps echoing back and forth.

Tension gripped the air like a vise, as crew members prepared for an impending confrontation.

Emerging from her room once more, Wang Baozhai walked towards the deck, a look of confusion clouding her face.

Her thoughts raced, "Who would dare attack them? Weren't they preparing for the sea race assault?"

Her right-hand man approached, his expression solemn as he addressed her.

"Young mistress," he began, pointing towards the distance.