Afterward, Lin Hao squatted and began knocking and tapping all over the great ship.
From the looks of it, he had his sights set on the ship itself.
"The Flowing Light Divine Flame couldn't burn this ship, and the waters of the Tongming Sea can't corrode it. It must be a treasure." Lin Hao stared at the pitch-black hull and muttered to himself, his face alight with excitement.
Lin Hao truly intended to get something out of this great ship.
'One can only enter the Tongming Sea once every ten years. I can't miss an opportunity like this.' Lin Hao walked to the edge of the great ship and smashed a fist down onto its railing.
He wanted to take a piece of the ship's material with him.
BOOM!
The sound was muffled, yet it carried even amidst the raging gales—a testament to the power behind Lin Hao's punch.
However, the railing didn't move an inch.
