Thinking of this, he dived straight into the illusory light film in front of him and emerged from the illusionary space below the ruins.

After the Heart of the Ocean is taken away, this illusionary space will gradually collapse in the following days because there is no power to maintain it, until it is flooded back and swallowed up by the sea water.

But none of this had anything to do with him. He was already eager to find a safe place to study this seal.

After returning to the outside of the illusion space, Mitor immediately wanted to steal the fate of a fish, refine the fish into his own puppet, and then exchange positions and escape.

But after he used the method of stealing destiny, he just stood there in a daze.

Because within a radius of ten kilometers, there was not a single fish. To be more precise, there was not a single living marine creature, not even a microorganism.

Mittor's pupils shrank suddenly. He was not stupid and he immediately realized that someone was targeting him.

The other party clearly knows his position and his methods.

Could it be that woman from the blasphemy club?

Apart from that woman, he really couldn't think of anyone else who could have such means.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Mittor restrained his breath and fled madly according to the instruction of fate.

Fate guided him to rush towards the sea above, which should be his way to survival.

Driven by anxiety, Mittor ran upwards at all costs. At his full speed, he reached the distance of 20,000 meters in the blink of an eye.

Then he was stunned. Mitor rushed out of the sea and looked at the ship in front of him. He felt cold all over.

Because when he was under the sea, he was not aware of the existence of the ship at all.

Logically speaking, when such a large ship is sailing on the sea, its reflection should be visible below the sea surface.

However, he didn't see any trace until he approached the sea surface.

The ship seemed to be visible only on the sea surface and could be seen directly with the naked eye. Even though he was standing near the ship, his spiritual intuition had no reaction.

If his naked eyes had not told him that the ship was real, he would probably have thought it was an illusion on the sea.

It was at this moment that the guidance of his destiny stopped and stopped on the ship.

"Nice to meet you again! Lord Mitor." Eros leaned on the railing with a bright smile.

Mitor felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. His path also possessed some of the power of destiny, so he was very clear at this moment that his fate had been tampered with.