The Stilled Downpour

Looking at the spear embedded in the floor not far from them, the people gathered around the sofa booth wore varying expressions.

Before they could think much more about it, a shout of "Hey!" rang out, and two wooden barrels shot up from beneath the sea before landing heavily on the planks.

Then, the barrels were opened, and a woman impatiently crawled out from one of them.

"Bird, I'm here... huh?"

As she looked at the shelter before her, SpiritMist's face briefly filled with confusion. But when she saw Bai Zhi lying on the sofa, her confusion immediately turned to shock.

"You, weren't you..."

"Oh, you were too slow, so I got here first."

Bai Zhi yawned.

SpiritMist: "..."

Her arrival could only be considered a minor interlude, and Bai Zhi had no desire to explain much.

The priority now was how to proceed.

One Anomaly had nearly wiped out all fifty-odd of them. There definitely could not be just one Anomaly in the Boundless Deep Sea.

Previously, because of the Game, the other Anomalies had been unable to board this massive ship. But now that the Game had vanished, that was no longer certain. For all they knew, some Anomalies might already have snuck aboard.

And on their side, there were still over thirty seriously wounded people.

Although these people had survived the Game, if they could not wake up within a short time, their chances of making it back alive would be less than ten percent.

Someone looking after you at a time like this was an act of goodwill. But protecting someone who remained unconscious against Anomalies was basically impossible.

No one was an idiot in matters like this, and no one was a fool... but there really were fools like this.

"Why should we stay here