The void turbulence was forcibly pushed aside, unleashing a deafening roar.
The Immortal Court Prison Ship jolted to a halt. The immense inertia made the formation patterns across the entire ship flicker violently. The Dark-Gold Chains on the desiccated corpse at the bow rattled and clattered.
There was no way forward.
A Black Fortress of immeasurable size lay squarely across the Blood-Colored Route ahead.
The enormous mass of black metal completely blocked their view.
The fortress was as large as a small star. Its pitted surface was covered in intricate blood-colored formation patterns. Those patterns flashed in alternating sequences, radiating an overwhelming pressure.
The void turbulence swept against the fortress without leaving so much as a mark, bouncing straight off.
Old Ancestor Xuanming plopped down on the deck.
The tortoise-shell shield in his hand fell beside him with a clang, striking the deck.
He clutched his head with both hands, every fold of fat on his body trembling violently as all the color drained from his face.
"We're finished! Finished!" Old Ancestor Xuanming wailed at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking completely.
He scrambled and crawled over to Zhou Xuan's feet. He wanted to cling to his leg but did not dare, so he could only grip the railing at the edge of the deck for dear life.
"That turtle shell is so huge! How many Heavenly Patrol Guards must be hiding inside?"
Tears and snot smeared Old Ancestor Xuanming's face. Even his fingers trembled as he pointed at the Black Fortress ahead.
"Token Master, let's retreat! There's no way we can fight this!"
Old Ancestor Xuanming began frantically doing the math.
"Look at its size! Its scale! Even if everyone inside stood still and let us hack away at them, we'd die of exhaustion before we finished!"