Within the vast Crescent Island, a large sea pool was enclosed by the island's crescent-shaped arc. It was no wonder that numerous sea-boat platforms were scattered across it like pieces on a chessboard, dividing the area into distinct zones.
"Where can I exchange sea tickets and pick up jet flight packs?"
Su Ping glanced at the teeming crowd, realizing it would indeed be challenging to find the location.
"Over there! And there's one every 2,000 meters!"
Zhao Chen pointed to a temporary structure set up on the coast, not more than 100 meters from a group of people.
Su Ping nodded, "Thank you!"
Just then, as he was about to step forward, a few figures descended from the sky in the distance.
All of them looked pale, clearly having expended a lot of spiritual power, and bore some injuries.
"Quick, notify the others, Platform 18 has been completely overrun again! Those damned Cruising Gold Swordfish are back!"
