The terrifying tornado spinning at high speed tossed the eighty-eight warships into complete disarray, with the brutal tearing force striking against the metal walls of the Pyramid Battleship, casting ripples of golden radiance.
"Prince Solos..." In the communication hologram, Duke Peter's face had paled, his voice slightly tinged with tension as he trembled, "Those... those five Sky Wolf Battle Armors seem to have come from Prince Sangla's warships. Could it be that Prince Sangla..."
"What?" Solos's pitch suddenly soared, his entire face darkening, "Drive the Divine Dragon at full force! Capture those five Sky Wolf Battle Armors for me, alive, I want them alive!"
Alas, the impression of the Sky Wolf Clan in Solos's mind was still of the one missing its Wolf King, without a Saint— a weak image. He had greatly underestimated the present strength of Jack and the others.
