It was already the fourth day since he had set out.
Yang Yi had raced on day and night without stopping for a moment, and was finally nearing his destination-a rocket launch base closest to the Nightmare Star.
Once he passed through this warning zone covered in fluorescent seaweed, the Deathbirth Society's base should be up ahead.
This early-warning defense was exactly the same as the one at Crystal Island.
Over these four days, the Deathbirth Star had fallen frequently, basically four or five times a day, each lasting anywhere from a few dozen seconds to ten minutes, plunging the Death Plague Sea into intermittent, irregular darkness.
During these falls, the Death Plague was in nighttime, so in theory he should have been able to contact the Matriarch by phone. Unfortunately, Su Na had the phone, and it had been teleported away with her.
The being called the Matriarch was very likely Beta from the dream, and had probably already merged with the Deathbirth Star by now. Her exact condition was unknown.
Yang Yi flew for another few minutes, and the base finally appeared before him, but...
"Was this place attacked?"
With Three Eyes, he could see the base's current state clearly from far away. Traces of battle were everywhere, and many places were still burning and smoking. Clearly, the battle had only just ended.
But the base had probably fallen. More than thirty wooden sailing ships that did not belong to the Deathbirth Society had appeared around it.
Large bonfires burned on all their decks, belching black smoke. They were like fire ships, their smoke blotting out the sky.
Even from far away, Yang Yi caught a familiar scorched smell-the distinctive odor given off by Charred Liquor, or rather, when it burned.
"The Fire Worship Cult?"
Yang Yi guessed.