"Just hope everything goes smoothly."
Huai Shi patted the Sun Boat, which had just advanced but was already in tatters, and sighed helplessly. Raymond, who was working overtime on repairs nearby, wished he could smack this bastard with a wrench.
Shut your Raven mouth!
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Just as Huai Shi's words fell, an eerie sound began to echo faintly in the dead silent Abyss.
It was like the beating of a drum.
Thunderclap White Plains pulsed like a heart, its own fissures rapidly widening, transmitting this curse-like drumbeat to the depths of the Abyss.
"What is that?" Raymond was stunned.
"I don't know." Huai Shi frowned, urging, "But we need to hurry, find a place to dock quickly."
He said, "I have a bad feeling."
The sense of death was awakened!
It followed him like a shadow, blowing coldly against his neck, malevolently sneering.
