The night passed without incident.
The next morning, Nameless came out of the cabin. When he looked again at the tomb-like island, it was still pitch-black, with thick black fog shrouding it from end to end.
He suddenly remembered what Chen Weihua had said: the gaps between the cell walls of the Coras Cells were enormous.
"This goes way beyond enormous, doesn't it? If even the fog is part of the Coras Cells, that's ridiculous." Holding up his binoculars, Nameless peered at the island he still couldn't see through and muttered under his breath.
Then his brows drew together. He swung the binoculars in another direction and saw a warship even larger than Tian Deshan's silver one approaching from afar.
Another ship was coming.
"Great. Another competitor," Nameless muttered.
On the huge warship, two trial participants had also spotted Nameless's boat. One of them, a man wearing glasses, smiled. "Interesting. He probably hasn't been in the Divine Treasure Space long. He hasn't even had time to buy much of the essential equipment."
"Don't be careless. Look—the radar's picked up a sunken ship, the same model as ours." Beside the bespectacled man, a burly man with a thick beard and black armor spoke in a steady voice.
The bespectacled man fell silent for a moment, then ventured, "Could he be baiting a trap?"
"Whatever he's planning, we have no reason to make an enemy of him. Go around," the burly man said calmly.
The bespectacled man frowned. "Don't you want to know how he used extraordinary power in the last stage?"
"Hmph. Luo Cheng, use your head. This stage is dangerous enough already, and you want to pick a fight with another trial participant? Are you in that much of a hurry to die? Whatever you're thinking, keep it to yourself