An unknown island in the Spiritless Sea Region.
The night grew deeper, leaving only the sound of waves crashing against the reefs and the heavy, suppressed breathing of the group.
Any sense of relief from having survived the disaster had long since vanished, replaced by a deep unease and anxiety about the unknown.
Seven people gathered together, the atmosphere tense to the extreme.
Why?
Why would a private plane bound for the White Eagle Empire deviate from its course without anyone noticing and fly to a godforsaken place like this?
Why had the experienced pilots and crew vanished as if into thin air, without even having time to send a distress signal?
"Damn it! This has to be a conspiracy!"
Zhao Cheng from Huaqing University finally couldn't hold back anymore, growling through clenched teeth.
"It must be the work of those bastards from the White Eagle Empire! They don't dare to face Great Xia head-on, so they resort to these dirty, underhanded tricks!"
