Indeed, their surroundings were a Demon fleet, a once non-existent entity now boldly sailing across the sea.
These Demon fleets were crafted from bizarre steel, heated and melded together haphazardly.
But compared to the past, these ships almost already had the structure of an Ironclad Ship.
They could even clearly see various sea battle cannon weaponry.
"Haha, a little human shrimp has intruded into my fleet."
A giant Demon stood on a massive Demon flagship, roaring loudly.
Alka turned his head to look at him.
The power averaged around the Eighth Stage Demon.
He gauged the level of chaos around him.
This was at sea.
They hadn't even seen the World Scar yet.
But the chaos was nearly reminiscent of the feeling before the Demon-Defending Fortress.
"What now?" Lucilia asked, sitting on Alka's shoulder.
Alka looked around.
Though it was a fleet, the number of Demon ships was about six.
"Of course... we're gonna break out," Alka said with a smile.
