"Where is this place?"
Zhang Xiangguang, having just awakened from his predicament, found his consciousness trapped in the world of the Ghost Dream for a long time. He had been confined to that narrow classroom, unable to move freely, and now he felt somewhat disoriented.
He stretched his stiff, cold body and slowly stood up from the water's surface.
"This is Dahai City. The King Organization has decided to wage war here, and the situation is not optimistic," said Yang Jian seriously.
Zhang Xiangguang's eyes shifted slightly as he surveyed his surroundings. Finally, his gaze rested on the Ghost Ship, which had been intercepted not far away. Although he didn't recognize the Ghost Ship, such a large vessel was conspicuously situated in the city center, impossible for anyone to ignore.
Even without understanding any details about the Ghost Ship, Zhang Xiangguang could sense the eerie atmosphere emanating from it just by standing there.
