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During the conversation between the foxes, the constant skirmishes between Jin's forces against the demon army hadn't stopped. They had continued until they entered into a solid stalemate. Gan Yang was baffled that the seafaring crew somehow retained such a devastating defence against their raid as their numbers seemed constant despite the Royal Snake Sailors' best attempt at dwindling them down.

They eventually realised that there must be reinforcements coming from the port of the ship, as the Fog that Steals blocked their sight. It was currently only covering the surroundings of the damaged Leviathan. Focalor was able to maintain it even longer than usual with the aid of the high-density magic crystal Kiva had gifted him beforehand.

Previously, he had only been using his abilities to elude them, knowing that the Stalingrad might pose a challenge even with the aid of the fog. He had been totally right about the ship as it surpassed Focalor's wildest imagination making him yearn to become its captain all the more.

However, he first would have to get rid of the current crew altogether.

Since they were the first party who raided the Leviathan in years, his crew had to get used to fighting on the defending side. If only Focalor knew that the Royal Snake Sailors were keeping their cultivation to the minimum as ordered by their commanding officers.

However, the more the situation unfolded, the more the Royal Snake Sailors were pressured into defying the order using the power of at least an advanced grade cultivation to overturn the tide. "Requesting permission to use our normal cultivation!" Gan Yang asked through the visor as he panted from the flurry of blows exchanged with Focalor.

Yet, the huge Tiefling felt that he was only getting started and he would be vastly disappointed if the enemies' so-called raid leader would be killed within an instant. But at the same time, Focalor already felt bored from the attacks and did not wish to hold back his strength any further. The allure of the Stalingrad was making him a little impatient as he wanted to get hold of the ship as soon as possible.

"Granted. Clear it as soon as possible. We need to provide support fire at a few coordinates with the Stalingrad." Hou Fei sent back through the half mask's visor of every sailor on deck, and Gan Yang appreciated the permission. Just as Focalor thought that his enemy had expended all his energy and decided to cut him down with his scimitar, he suddenly found his own hand flying off.

"Ha! Now you show your true colours?" Focalor questioned as he quickly adjusted to the scenario and managed to parry the next attack with his off-hand. But to his surprise, the only thing he stopped was just an after image, and before he could do anything else, he saw a blade come out of his chest.

"I would have loved to play around a bit more, but those were the General's personal orders to clear the deck." Gan Yang apologised. Focalor could not even turn his neck despite his undead attributes because of the stab by the Stalingrad's current Captain.

It made Focalor's body slowly turn to stone with the initial attack and that one stab solidified the petrification process, rendering the leader of the Demon Fleet Leviathan unmovable.

Without turning his head, Focalor could already feel the sensation of a nest of snakes crawling from behind him. The aura he exuded felt like death had walked into Focalor's life without knocking on the door. "This is totally a different level of power! How could this human hide his strength that much?!"

With the ability controller becoming petrified, the Fog that Steals vanished and Focalor who was still able to see, saw the exact same scene right in front of him and noticed that all the other humans were as competent as his opponent.

His entire crew was either petrified or lying on the ground vomiting their guts out. As the stone started to reach his face, his last thought was about Kenway and Edward, hoping the two of them could succeed in getting on the Stalingrad and take revenge.

Sadly, that was not the case.

The Dark Templars had slain them as with the aid of the Deep Ones and their master, Shadow Dagen, controlling the turrets. The mini gun emplacements alone had managed to annihilate most of the incoming pirates while the rest fought against overwhelming numbers armed with modern weapons. It was definitely a slaughter.

Despite the initial attempts at an ambush led by their Captains Edward and Kenway, they did not expect the Dark Templars they encountered to be at least twice as strong as them. They were slammed down to the ground and methodically axed by them.

"Hahahah! You think they are just knights with some metal plates on them? Please. They have been through many trials and failures to reach this point. All the Demon Rats that they fought against were nothing compared to this, especially when they are free from the cultivators' eyes." Wolte praised his Dark Templars openly in the System channel.

His minions were delighted that their patron was happy with their work, but they did not know it was Wolte that was unconsciously helping them too. Jin, who was monitoring the battle from afar, noticed that the stats of the Dark Templars were abnormal and decided to check them via his monster app.

Only then, did he realise that there was a buff on them that made them this strong. He dug further for more information and found out that Stalingrad itself was actually providing an aura on deck, boosting his allies like the Zither Mistress Ke Mi who supported their partners in a fight.

Compared to the aerial scene which ended in a disaster, the naval war theatre had become a tremendous success, and Wolte believed that they could be providing fire support in no time.

Speaking of the Zither Mistress, she finally made her debut in the defensive floating platform that connected with the Sky Bridge. As odd as it sounded, she and the entire group from the Musical Theatre Dungeon Instance were preparing live on a concert stage at the centre of the defensive floating platform.

With such an absurd concert setting on the defensive floating platform, the demon soldiers were initially stunned by the bright, colourful lights and loudspeakers coming from the centre of the platform. As Sandy took the stage, a group of Orcs were standing in front of it, every single one of them wrapped their heads with a bandana of a cartoon face of Sandy printed on it.

It was Sandy's hardcore fan club.