"Gooo—roar—"
A long, resonant roar pierced through the mist from the depths of the Mist Sea. The raging waves that followed gradually became much gentler, rolling in one after another and rocking the speeding sail battleship like a cradle.
A long time had passed since the island-sized World Beast had awakened. By now, the Hope had reached the edge of the Mist Sea, and they could only hear the World Beast's roars from far within its depths.
Yet everyone aboard was still shaken by the experience. Their faces were pale beneath the roar, their hearts filled with uncertainty as they gripped the rails and ropes beside them.
Old Bill turned to look toward the depths of the Mist Sea and asked Wu Ta beside him with a worried expression,
"Mr. Wu Ta, do you think the captain... can he... can he reunite with us?"
Though he had already reached a vague conclusion in his heart—after all, no one could survive before a World Beast—Old Bill still wanted to hear Wu Ta's thoughts.
No matter what, he wanted to hold on to a shred of hope.
After all, someone as forthright, generous, and capable as the captain was far too rare.
Wu Ta stood by the rail, gazing into the distant depths of the Mist Sea. She took a deep breath and said slowly,
"He definitely can... If he... if everything he said was true... then all we can do is believe in him..."
What Shen Feng had said earlier had made her think of a possibility she barely dared to imagine: Shen, this man from beneath the sea, might very well be connected to the Savior!
After all, the line in the prophecy poem—"He shall arrive aboard an iron ship and breathe beneath the sea"—didn't that iron ship refer to