The breath was intermittent, almost imperceptible.
Even Ye Feng had a hard time capturing him.
"It's just ahead."
Ye Feng and his companions boarded a dilapidated small boat and quickly headed towards the depths of the Black Sea.
Lan Yu, dressed in a deep blue Hanfu, stood slender and graceful at the stern of the boat, her skirt fluttering in the wind, her small, snow-white fists tucked into her wide sleeves.
Those beautiful, watery eyes would often linger on Ye Feng, flashing with an unusual ripple of emotion.
This dilapidated little boat was specially left to him by his second master before he left; it came from a mysterious battlefield outside the realm.
Despite its dilapidated state, the ship's surface is covered with marks from swords and knives, and many places are cracked open.
But along the way, they were able to ride the waves and overcome obstacles.
Deep in the Black Sea, a layer of dark mist shrouds the surface, making it appear extremely mysterious and eerie.
Even with Ye Feng's Purple-Gold Divine Eyes open, he couldn't see very far.
His intuition told him that it was dangerous inside.
A cold, strong wind swept across the sea.
The wind howled, accompanied by bursts of mournful wails.
It's like being in hell, it's terrifying.
Xiahou Ba's presence was not far ahead.
Suddenly, from the depths of the mist ahead, came the wailing of a vengeful ghost, with faint, mournful howls.
Immediately following, a dilapidated ancient ship drifted ashore.
The ancient ship is over a hundred meters long and as tall as a five-story building, with holes in many places.
The ship was shrouded in a black mist, its mast was broken, and its deck was riddled with holes.
The entire ship was covered with marks of swords and knives.
Even more shocking were the figures sitting cross-legged on the bow of the ship, completely motionless.
Each figure was shrouded in an eerie black mist, like a group of vengeful ghosts, extremely strange...
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