In an instant, the vibration of the cargo ship intensified further. A series of mournful creaks resonated from the hull, which began to tilt as the deck lifted and shattered inch by inch. Several enormous dents appeared on the ship, as if struck by an invisible heavy punch.
The Night Race, still unclear about the situation, looked down towards the water, initially thinking there was a problem with the underground river. They soon realized that the entire cargo ship had been forcibly lifted from the river, suspended in mid-air.
Bologue clenched his fist, and the Power of Command tightly gripped the cargo ship. Without the buoyancy of the water, the hull, unable to support its own massive weight, kept cracking as though it would disintegrate the next second.
After a rumbling tremor, the entire cargo ship was smashed onto the dock, its heavy body scraping against the ground, sparking a dazzling array of fire, like an earthquake. The people inside were shaken into dizziness.
