Although his eyes had always been sharp, Hill still could not see the situation on Aoskar Island clearly.
He could use spells, but... a special mist had been cast around the island to counter detection spells such as the Eye of Magic. Even the Water Mirror that Hill released was somewhat blurry, and it was not as clear as using his own eyes!
Hill seriously considered his safety for a moment before suddenly understanding... If a spell could truly harm him, it would directly violate the rules Oaisis had established, and he would naturally be thrown out of the world by that World Lord, who was watching them covetously.
Oaisis was not afraid of fighting them outside.
After all, Aoskar was no longer as powerful as he had once been.
Although Triton was willing to cooperate with him, that was because the world was extremely wary of the Oceanic Pantheon, making it impossible for him to enter easily.
The pantheon Triton came from had always been very practical... useless people and gods were essentially nonexistent creatures.
How could he personally come forward to help someone else fight, then share the power he had gained through battle with that someone else?
Besides, the moon was exceptionally bright tonight... so bright that it dazzled the eyes, making it impossible for the people on the ground to look up at the sky.
Especially those nearly transparent silk parachutes drifting in the wind. They had blended into the silver-blue moonlight pouring down like milk.
Hill could not help glancing at the huge, round full moon hanging almost over the sea... Had the Undead applied for outside assistance?
Then he lightly leaped, and the Cloud Ship surrounded by the Phantom Cloud Spell sailed through the mountainlike clouds until it reached a point five kilometers from