Sandro was admiring the dazzling fireworks by the window.
He rarely poured himself a glass of wine and raised it towards the sea.
"Klei, it's a regret that you and he achieved nothing, farewell, my friend."
Solomon was also watching the fireworks.
Solomon sensed the anomaly on the sea, glanced back from the hotel's tall building, then continued looking at the report in his hand.
"General, it seems to be the Sun God Sect people. Should we send someone to check it out?"
asked his subordinate.
"No need, the Sun God Sect didn't achieve anything in Wenster this time; it's not worth paying attention to. Our most important task now is to find the King of the Beihai."
"Understood."
The scene shifts back to the sea.
The rain finally fell again, in the pitch-black night.
The blinding light had completely dissipated.
The deck was charred black.
In fact, the entire ship had turned blackened.
In the end, Casar's extreme self-combustion caused significant damage to the ship.
