Beneath the waters of the Trumpet Sea.
Outside the Silver Three Artisan Academy Instance.
The drinkers and bartender who had watched Lin Yuan enter the Instance were now aboard a special submarine, staring at the Instance a short distance away.
Normally, an Instance of this difficulty should have taken at least another three or four days to end.
Waiting here would have been pointless.
Yet for some reason, everyone had a feeling that they were witnessing some major event unfold.
On this transcendent sea, a premonition shared by a whole group was always very accurate.
Sure enough, under their watchful eyes, the Instance Boundary surrounding the Artisan Academy gradually disappeared.
The Academy gates opened, and several ships slowly sailed out.
The ship in the lead resembled an old-fashioned wooden sailing ship, its translucent hull brimming with mystery.
It was none other than the Phantom Lin Yuan.
"They're out! That guy cleared the Instance as soon as he went in!"
One of the drinkers shouted.
Although time usually flowed faster inside Instances than on the Endless Sea, the difference was generally not too extreme.
They had waited outside for less than a few hours before Lin Yuan and the others emerged.
Even accounting for the difference in the flow of time, this clearing speed was far too astonishing.
"Unbelievable! I heard this was a top-difficulty Instance. Top-difficulty Instances elsewhere have never ended in less than seven days!"
"Look, those ships behind him belong to the Avengers Fleet!"
"He must have gone in to help the Avengers Fleet. How did they even get to know someone like him?"
"Those Seed Players from Three Zero Three probably got the worst of it again."
"Wait, where is everyone else?"
At first, the drinkers chattered away, discussing what had happened.
But soon, they realized that