In less than half a day, the warship arrived outside the Demon Suppression Abyss.
The scene outside the porthole instantly became menacing—countless warships formed three concentric protective nets in space, enveloping the entire area tightly.
The main cannon of the warship was aimed at the chaos ahead, ready to tear apart any darkness that tried to rush out. Patrol ships shuttled through the gaps in the net, and the beams of the searchlights pierced through the void, yet they couldn't fully illuminate the edge of the Demon Suppression Abyss.
And in the center of the protective net, that space rift spanning the sky was exuding a heart-pounding aura.
