Time has reached 1:23 PM.
After hours of intense battle with shells flying, both sides have sustained casualties and ship damage, but they're far from being unable to hold and forced to retreat from the battlefield.
Without extraordinary powers involved, such head-on artillery duels between large fleets can last several days or even over ten days, and if a chase-and-escape guerrilla strategy is employed, it might drag on for months.
Hoo—
Two Level 4 ships belonging to the opposing camps skimmed past the left side of the alliance's battle line, with "Storm Horn" in the front, followed by its old rival "Long-nosed Shark."
"Are all Tulip soldiers cowards? How long do you plan to keep running?"
Confirming that he was currently outside the range of the battle line's portside cannons, Marz couldn't help but taunt the "Storm Horn." They kept moving on the battlefield, avoiding direct engagement with him.
"Marz, since you're so eager to die, then... as you wish!"
