The nearby heatwave, carrying thick smoke, attacked swiftly, staining the flag of the Tarasco Marshal a quick gray, like the swiftly deteriorating battle situation.
Underneath the flag, the Naval Commander, Sko, was equally shocked and pale. He widened his eyes, staring blankly ahead at the great fire, momentarily paralyzed by fear. Moments later, the seasoned commander's self-control enabled him to rapidly regain his composure.
Then, the "Crocodile" nobility surveyed the battle situation, feeling a chill in his heart.
The main force of the Tarasco fleets were stuck in chaotic stagnation. The Mexica relentlessly fired flashing fire arrows, continuously fueling roaring flames, also igniting the critical warships constantly! During his shocked stupor, dozens of warships lost their fighting capabilities. The surrounding samurais were all in disarray, the military officers at all levels waiting for the flagship's response, and time was of the essence!