The remaining Baiyue fleet had lost its fighting capacity and could only flee in disarray. However, they were too familiar with this sea area and would occasionally slip into some hidden waterways.

"We can't let the Water King escape this time!" the wicked man shouted towards the front. "Whoever captures the Water King alive will be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold!"

These words further fueled the soldiers' enthusiasm.

Warships raced across the sea, pursuing the fleeing enemy. Occasionally, a Baiyue warship would attempt to put up a stubborn resistance, but it would immediately be smashed to pieces by the Qin's catapults.

"boom!"

Another loud bang, and a large ship was sunk.

Countless soldiers fell into the sea, but no one had time to save them. The surging waves swept away these poor souls, leaving them forever in this cold, desolate ocean.

When the sun finally pierced through the fog, the scene before us was breathtaking.

Everywhere were burning warships and floating corpses, and the sea reeked of blood. This was the truth of war—there was no glory, only slaughter and death.

"Take stock of the spoils!" the wicked man ordered solemnly. Although victory was in sight, the scene still weighed heavily on his mind.

"Reporting to the Grand Commandant, our forces sank over eighty enemy ships and damaged over one hundred. We captured over three thousand men. The Navy King was seriously wounded and has been captured! Our army lost twelve warships and suffered over three hundred casualties."

The wicked man nodded. Such a result had exceeded expectations. The Baiyue's navy, on which they depended for survival, was almost completely wiped out in this battle, and even their proud water king was taken prisoner.

This is not just a victory, but also a declaration to the world that the Qin Dynasty has risen at sea and cannot be underestimated by anyone!

"Order the entire army to rest for one hour, then march straight for Dawn Harbor!"

He gazed towards the port. The Baiyue army was still putting up a desperate resistance, but it was no longer of any use. Without the protection of its navy, the port was destined to fall into the hands of the Qin Dynasty.

In the sea breeze, the cries of Baiyue soldiers could be faintly heard. This was the elegy of a dynasty, and the prelude to the rise of another empire.

The iron hooves of the Qin Dynasty finally set foot on this sea frontier.

The wicked man stood on the blood-stained deck, his heart unmoved. He had seen too many such scenes; whether on land or at sea, the cruelty of war had never changed.

But it was all worth it. For the sake of Qin's hegemony, no sacrifice was too great. This was the price of an empire's rise.

"Prepare to attack Dawn Harbor," he ordered. "Let Yi Yusong taste the might of the Great Qin!"

As the sun set, it dyed this blood-stained sea crimson.