They were the eye sockets of two enormous, distorted human faces growing back to back, looking like the two sides of some evil, ancient, unimaginably huge grouper. Raging Netherworld Fire burned within them.
Before it had fully approached, an indescribable mental assault battered every crew member's soul like tangible ocean waves. Even the soulless Mourners looked ready to collapse, as though its contamination would devour them!
Obscure, interminable, eerie whispers exploded directly inside everyone's minds. Countless overlapping voices howled madly, wept, and murmured blasphemies, telling of the loneliness of the deep sea, everlasting cold, and the agony of being devoured!
Even the Butchers, with their absolute will to slaughter, instinctively covered their ears with both hands. Some rolled their eyes back and foamed at the mouth in that clash of wills, slowly curling up before faint bursts of hysterical laughter escaped them-
"Demon Puppet, put some more effort into it! Get these plague-ridden bastards under control!!"
"Butchers, Mist Demon Hunters, Apostles, protect the casters! We need to break out of this prison!!"
"Hold steady!"
The Law-Crafting Master's sharp cry suddenly rang out. With her roar, endless mystical rune totems bloomed in the void. She punctured her fingertip and traced stars in blood, drawing upon blood-red constellations to counter killing with killing, dissolving the chanting of that supernatural, uncanny voice for the crew!
"Star-Building, astrology, unfold the star chart! We need to call upon the power of the stars!!"
"Filthy angel, get the hell away!!"
Only after an unknown length of time did that immense creature slowly sink into the Gray Fog Sea-
Scene after scene of sailing during the Black Fog Era began to take shape in Lin Yi's mind, like a huge missing piece slowly fitting into a complete picture-
After another unknown stretch of time, Lin Yi felt