Amidst the captivating music, Yang Yu looked up, gazing towards the darkening sea.
The reflection on the glass in front of Yang Yu showed his somewhat worried eyes.
The southern hemisphere had already entered November, and in just over a month, history would turn a new page.
The Demon King would arrive in this world the following year.
If this Demon King was as powerful as the one in the time of Lux, it would be difficult for Yang Yu's current team to win, with even the risk of total annihilation...
Yang Yu did have the option to take his companions and find a safe place to live out their lives, but in many games, escape equates to waiting for death.
Rather than placing his life in the hands of those he couldn't trust, it was better to firmly hold it in his own hands.
Therefore, Yang Yu had to move forward.
Time flew by, and the broadcast sounded once more:
"Please take your seats and hold on, as it is time to set sail.
