Whitebeard

Ocean waves rippled across the sea surface, and fierce winds stirred up towering billows.

Dark clouds blanketed the sky over the nearby waters, and bucket-thick electric serpents surged wantonly within the cloud layer, emitting roaring, thunderous booms.

Ryan floated half a height in the air, laid down dozens of layers of defensive barriers around himself, and closed his eyes to sense the location of the Moby Dick.

Originally, through magical positioning, he could have teleported directly onto the Moby Dick.

However, doing so would have appeared far too impolite and would have heavily impacted their subsequent conversation. Therefore, seeing that time was not yet overly tight, he prepared to visit in the customary fashion of this world, which was why he was traveling through the sea.

Torrential rain poured directly down overhead, and after a piercing cold wind swept past, the falling raindrops abruptly turned into hailstones, beating a crackling rhythm against his protective magic.

Ryan quickened his forward speed slightly, preparing to cross this region rapidly.

This degree of climatic change was something he had experienced more than once along this journey, and he had personally realized just how troublesome it was to want to sail all the way through the New World.

Fortunately, he was practically used to this kind of ocean where everything was peaceful one second, only to completely change its temper the next.

His speeding body broke the sound barrier, causing a layer of sonic boom clouds to appear in the air.

Under the premise that he was not preparing to scenery-gaze and was only thinking of hurrying at full speed, heading toward Whitebeard's location did not require a very long time.

Or rather, he arrived very quickly.

His speeding body halted abruptly, the sky over a different patch of ocean blazing with sunlight at