The high void trembled as Da Peng beat his thirty-meter wings, speeding up through the smoking gap in the sky battle line.
Behind them, forty crippled golden galleons drifted in disarray, their crews wildly attempting to put out fires caused by their own reflected thunderbolts. Two patrol sloops from the reserve wing tried to swing their bronze prow rams toward Da Peng’s flanks. Then, the lead skiff’s Star-Buster giant crossbows snapped with timed together, lethal ferocity.
THWIP-CLANG! THWIP-CLANG!
Two six-foot barbed meteor-harpoons punched cleanly through the patrol sloops’ gold-trimmed rudder housings.
Before the sky helmsmen could cut the braided cables, the trailing canisters burst, unfurling two massive nets of high-pulling sticky void-silk across their sterns. The elastic blue webbing fouled their forward thrust arrays in seconds, gluing their gold-trimmed rudders to their hulls and dragging both vessels into an uncontrolled, humiliating spin that knocked their masts together like clattering bamboo sticks.
Aboard the lead skiff, Xiao Hei gave a sharp, satisfied bark, signaling the other five skiffs to maintain defensive diamond formation around Da Peng’s wake. The five hundred beast warriors and mortal gunners cheered, their confidence soaring. They watched the vaunted armada of Heaven get tied up like unruly fishing boats.
