Spell in Hand

The vast sea reflected specks of light, while the sky was scattered with brilliant stars. A shooting star suddenly appeared, then shot into the distance with a whoosh, vanishing without a sound.

"Activate radar monitoring."

"Radar activated."

A few minutes later, a small dot appeared on the radar.

An Yang immediately turned and flew toward it.

The armor was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he reached the dot and saw that it was indeed Smeel Manor's transport ship.

He brought the armor to a halt and hovered in midair.

This area of the sea was near an uninhabited island. The water was as clear as air; even at a depth of dozens of meters, one could see straight to the bottom. Unknown creatures emitting faint light gathered in groups, forming a breathtaking glowing ribbon in the perfectly transparent water. As the transport ship approached, it stirred up layer upon layer of waves. The creatures were startled and scattered, transforming into a sky full of stars.

By the light emitted by these creatures, everything on the seafloor was clearly visible: coral, sunken ships, fish, shrimp, crabs, and rays.

The transport ship also had scattered lights glowing on it, but most areas remained pitch-black. It looked somewhat like a ghost ship.

Gradually, the ship drew closer and closer to him.

At last, someone spotted him—

"What's that?"

"My god, that looks like a person!"

"He's standing in the air on flames! Incredible! Stop the ship at once and report to Lord Gale! Hurry!"

The wooden ship began to slow down.

Snap! Snap! Snap!...

The lights aboard the ship lit up one after another. In the blink of an eye, the ghost ship had become a stately ancient vessel dotted with lights.

An Yang silently recited the spell for the