"But we all know that in such a short time, they simply cannot build as many warships as ours, nor have ample personnel to participate in the battle." The commanding Marshal shook his head.
"In other words, most of this fleet's existence is merely an illusion, only one-sixth are actual warships." A general beside him spoke.
"That's right, it's just a facade."
Ignoring the mocking and disdainful expressions of the Fifth Fleet, on the blue-purple blended fleet, two Songstresses stood side by side—one with azure hair, the other's eyes shimmering purple—none other than Shui Yanqing and Otibelo.
Taking a deep breath, Otibelo calmed her tense emotions, then spoke.
"What should we do now? Our Illusion Fleet cannot truly defeat the enemy." She turned to look at Shui Yanqing beside her.
"We're here to stall them as much as possible, buy time for Luo Fenghua." Shui Yanqing was already mentally prepared.
"But illusions can't..." Otibelo was about to speak, but Shui Yanqing interrupted.
