Chu Qing walked across the sea toward the hundredth continent.
Halfway there, he encountered an enormous fleet.
Joy rose in his heart.
"Could it be that those two little ones in the future are going to summon me?"
"I wonder whether they've found any information about Future Me."
He looked forward to it, even changing direction and heading straight for the fleet.
Just as he drew near, the faces of the anomalies aboard the ships changed slightly. They shouted, "Alert!"
"Great Terror is sweeping toward us!"
"All warriors, prepare for battle!"
"Prepare to deploy all Strange Treasures!"
"Prepare—for a fight to the death!"
The moment those words rang out, all the warriors' expressions changed drastically.
What was going on?
They were jumping straight into a fight to the death?
What were they trying to do?
At that moment, they were bewildered and terrified.
Because the news was simply too horrifying.
They had lived aboard ships for decades, even centuries.
They had never encountered an alert of this level.
Great Terror?
What was that?
Realm-level warriors rushed onto the decks and up the masts, gazing into the distance.
The anomalies stationed on the sea ships wore grave expressions.
Some prepared Strange Arts for escape.
Others cradled Strange Treasures in their hands, silently chanting scriptures as they prepared to fight.
Everyone's hearts were heavy to the extreme.
That was how one sea ship was; the same was true for over a hundred ships.
Such a massive commotion also caught the passengers' attention.
Countless passengers rushed onto the decks and looked into the distance. "What's going on?"
A noblewoman curiously questioned a realm-level warrior beside her.
The warrior pointed at a mass of dark clouds in the distance, his face pale. "Look—dark clouds, lightning, thunder!"
The noblewoman curled her lips. "It's just a