A strange, dense fog blanketed the entire sea, making the sky look dim and almost like dusk. Strange, scale-like waves surged around them layer upon layer. These broken waves could restrict the movement of any ordinary man-made vessel, and even the water bubble everyone was standing in had been fixed in place on the sea, becoming a motionless platform of foam. Nangong May and Shaqila could only swim rapidly through the nearby waters, controlling the water within a certain area to prevent those strange waves from invading the place where everyone stood.
Electricity crackled around Vivian, while cold spread from beneath her feet and gradually froze the surface of the sea. "Stay alert!"
Lily's ears twitched, and she keenly looked into the depths of the fog. "Someone's singing over there."
Hao Ren was also staring in that direction. He had already taken a silver-white spear from his portable space with his other hand. "It's a Siren's song... Don't get distracted. Be careful not to be controlled by the sound. It looks like something's coming out over there."
A huge black shadow gradually emerged from the fog, clearly approaching them slowly. Soon, its details appeared one by one before their eyes: tall masts, tattered sails, severed ropes, and a crooked ram at the bow. Lily tilted her head back and inhaled deeply, letting out a long "Oh." It was a ship—a huge, seemingly centuries-old three-masted sailing ship. Its battered silhouette drew closer through the fog, making their hearts shudder like a gigantic ghost drifting across the sea.
As the sailing ship drew closer, Lily could make out the mottled, peeling planks and cracked windows. Along its side was a neat row of square openings, and the dark mouths of cannons could still be seen in quite a few of them. The