"Is this the ghost ship?" Taishan couldn't help but murmur. Although they were still far apart, he could still feel the enormous size of this "ship". It was no less than a planet. Even the advanced Primordial Star was not much bigger than it.
This is an old wooden boat. It's hard to imagine what kind of wooden boat could support such a large ship to sail in the starry sky. The damaged hull is covered with black vines and seaweed, as if it had just been salvaged from the water. The surface also has cracks and pits that seem to have been eroded by seawater, exuding an aura of decay, eeriness and misfortune.
The tattered sails moved on their own without wind, as if some mysterious force was controlling them, causing them to sway in the starry sky where there was no air or resistance, emitting a blurry black halo, or perhaps some kind of special steam or mist, making them look mysterious and bizarre.
On the enormous deck was a four-story cabin, which wasn't many for a cruise ship, and could even be described as few. It couldn't compare to the cruise ships on Earth that often had ten or more floors. But this cruise ship was big enough! That alone made up for all its shortcomings!
Meanwhile, the wooden planks used to build these four cabins were also rotten and dilapidated, and it looked like they would collapse after a few steps. However, after receiving Ye Chen's message, they learned that the ship was much more solid than they had imagined. Its immortality attribute was enough to support its eternal existence in the starry sky, and even resist external attacks.
"Nothing seems amiss? Just an ordinary, huge wooden ship?" an angel said. He was also the commander of this group of angels, Archangel Jian Mengyi.
“Angel! You’re thinking too simply. Why don’t you go up and see how far you can walk on this deck?” Noah laughed at the angel. He didn’t like the light, but he wasn’t prejudiced against it.
The angel was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, glancing at the group beside him. This was a ghost ship, after all! Were they really going to let him go aboard alone?
However, upon hearing this, the group nodded in unison. There always had to be someone to scout ahead, right? Who told you to be the first to step forward?
"Go ahead! We'll be fine here!" Ye Jun said. He also wanted to see what the danger of this ghost ship was. At least for now, apart from the allure of sound and sight, there didn't seem to be any other dangers.
Ye Jun's words reassured the angel considerably, but if he had a choice, he still wouldn't want to be the first one to step on the landmine. But who told him to be so talkative? Everyone else was silent, but he kept talking.
With tears in his eyes, the angel descended onto the deck of the ghost ship. The closer he got to the ship, the stronger the eerie and terrifying feeling became. When he finally landed on the deck, a suffocating sense of gloom washed over him, as if he were wandering in a world shrouded in darkness.
After regaining her composure, the angel glanced back at the crowd above, her heart calming slightly. She then looked towards the inner cabin ahead; the dilapidated wooden door swayed in the wind, and the interior was shrouded in darkness—unless, of course, there really was wind in this empty starry sky…
"Squeak..." He groped his way forward, the wooden ground beneath his feet creaking and buzzing, as if he would fall into the space below at any moment. Endless fear surrounded him, and even a steadfast angel had to stop and calm his wildly beating heart.
"What did he encounter? Why did he stop after taking only one step?" Taishan asked in confusion from above. In his view, nothing had happened on the ghost ship, yet the angel had only taken one step before stopping.
“Terror that can be seen is not true terror. True terror comes from the unknown. So the angels are afraid!” Noah said with a sinister smile, which seemed to suit the ghost ship quite well.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the angel below seemed to recover, took a deep breath, and continued walking forward.
A warm sensation in his chest brought him a sense of peace; it was the golden feather Ye Jun had given him, which kept his mind clear and was the only warmth and light he had left in the cold darkness.
"Hehe~~~ Come here~~~ Come here~~~" The devil's whispers became clearer and clearer, as if the voice really came from the cabin in front, accompanied by faint groans or painful roars, appearing and disappearing with the shaking of the door, giving people a chilling feeling.
"Creak~~~" As he gradually worked on it, the wooden door opened completely to his astonishment!
The background remained a deep, unseen darkness, yet a being was emerging from it. When it saw who it was, its face paled in horror, and it retreated backward.
"It's a mirror image, a mirror image of himself!" The people observing from above looked solemn. They could also clearly see the situation on the deck and the open wooden door. What walked out of it was an angel with two wings on his back, but the angel's skin and wings were as black as ink.
Not only their wings, but their skin also had a sickly grayish-white color, as if they were not living beings.
"As expected! The same appearance, the same strength, except for the completely different dark energy and appearance, they are almost identical!" Fuxi said, and although he had not yet made a move, he could already feel the aura emanating from the other party.
"Angel! Defeat it! And you will surpass yourself!" Noah's voice rang out in the starry sky. The angel was stunned, but he was not given more time to think. The mirror image opposite him had already rushed towards him.
"Light! Victory is certain!" the angel roared, slashing forward with his blazing sword to block the opponent's attack. However, he quickly turned to horror, and even the onlookers were astonished. The opponent was using similar moves and attacks to the angel, the only difference being that the energy he was channeling was not the pure light of the angel.
The same holy sword of light, when wielded by the heavens, exudes an aura of holiness and punishment, but when wielded by the other party, it emanates an aura of evil and depravity. Yet, the visual effects are almost identical, making it seem as if it truly is a sword of light filled with justice and holiness.
Not only that, the opponent's attack was indeed as the angels who were rescued had said, it had a strong restraining effect on the angels' divine power. The same attack required the angels to consume more energy to fight back, and they also had to deal with the subsequent corrosive effects.
Both sides were visibly losing ground in the battle, being driven back step by step by their own mirror images. Forget about winning; if the fight continued, he feared he might not even survive.
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