The Atmosphere Felt a Little Off

Just then, the previously bright moonlight suddenly dimmed, as though the entire world had been shrouded in a mysterious shadow. Under the moonlight, a trace of gloom appeared on Gecko Moria's paper-pale face as he caught sight of a black shadow slowly drifting back toward him.

There was no doubt about what this meant. His carefully assembled zombie army had suffered a heavy blow—at least one zombie had been killed.

Standing nearby, Hogback and Perona sensed that something was off. They both turned toward the approaching black shadow, their eyes filled with obvious surprise and vigilance.

The two exchanged a glance and instantly understood each other's thoughts. "An uninvited guest has actually appeared here!"

Gecko Moria stared intently at the scene before him. After pondering for a moment, he turned to Perona and said, "Go investigate immediately. But remember, do not expose your true identity. Make the most of your special abilities."

After saying that, he seemed to feel it was not cautious enough, so he added, "Remember, be careful. Do not let the enemy discover our whereabouts."

Upon hearing her master's order, Perona first let out a crisp yet eerie laugh. "Horohorohoro..."

Then, without hesitation, she unleashed her unique ability. Countless transparent ghosts surged from her body, each with a different form and an eerie, terrifying aura.

Under Perona's command, they formed a long column and sped toward the harbor.

Yet fate always liked to play tricks on people. Halfway there, the ghosts happened to run into Moke and Ata, who had just landed on the island.

The sudden turn of events left Ata utterly stunned. She widened her eyes and stared fearfully at the approaching ghosts, her body trembling uncontrollably.

After all, in the pirate world filled with bloodshed and violence, supernatural beings like ghosts truly were enough