The bright moon hung in the sky, casting a massive shadow over the sea's surface, so immense that not even the moonlight could reveal its form fully.
This colossal ship, capable of holding thousands, had all of its lights extinguished, and not only that, even the screams and commotion from the earlier disturbance had completely vanished.
It was almost like... a coffin floating on the sea.
Somewhere on the ship, Bai Yanliang steadied himself and got up to find himself alone.
He still remembered the sensation clearly; for a moment, the ship seemed to transform into some massive creature, its slimy and stinking surface distinctly apparent.
However...
Bai Yanliang wiped his hands, everything he had grasped earlier was slick with mucus, the floor was soft, but now his hands, body, and the ground were clean and normal, as if what happened before was just an illusion.
He knew it couldn't be an illusion; this "ship" intentionally scattered them apart.
