The Nether Moon set sail across the Calm Belt, taking a full day. Along the way, Carlos captured several Giant Sea Kings of tremendous size and strength, making the journey quite fruitful!
In future naval battles, weaker Pirate Crews would not even qualify to face the Divine Eye Pirates directly. A single Giant Sea King would be enough to make them suffer beyond endurance!
Leaving the Calm Belt and returning to the West Sea delighted everyone. That place hardly felt like the sea at all—dull, monotonous, and utterly tiresome.
Now that they were back on the real sea, everything felt wonderful. With the sea breeze blowing, wine in hand, and delicious food to eat—two words: pure comfort!
After returning to the West Sea and locating landmarks to determine their position, the Nether Moon headed straight for the central waters of the West Sea, where the Black Alliance headquarters was located. Both power systems were running at full capacity. The ship charged forward without restraint, moving at a terrifying speed as it whooshed across the waves.
The distance from the edge of the West Sea to its center was no short one. Even at the Nether Moon's maximum speed, the trip would take nearly two days and nights. That time could not be wasted. They needed rest, they needed entertainment, but they also had business to handle.
Carlos had also been slowly pondering powerful eyes such as the Death-God's Eye. There was no rushing this matter. He was unfamiliar with such eyes and needed quite some time to perfect them. Even Carlos himself did not know how long it would take. The principles were simply too profound, already touching upon the obscure laws of causality.
He only thought about and studied that during his usual breaks. His main task remained the