Cao Xianming was silently raising his left hand.
In his palm, the Data Model slowly rotated. Mist condensed and flowed across its surface, finally forming a model of an island shrouded in fog.
"This island is..."
"Our only way to survive this voyage."
Yang Yong's pupils contracted. "The fog?"
He stared at the miniature model, his voice hoarse. "It really is fog. What exactly is on this island?"
No one could answer.
The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet. Even the sound of waves striking the reefs seemed to come through some kind of barrier, distorted and distant.
"Old Cao, what now? Do we go onto the island?" Yang Yong asked.
"Yes!"
Cao Xianming's tone was decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
"Whatever is on that island, we have to go in! Look over there-"
Everyone looked in the direction Cao Xianming pointed.
There was a tiny black speck on the distant sea.
It was slowly growing larger.
"What is that?" someone asked.
Before the words had faded, every Sequence Transcendent in the convoy went pale-
The fear was instinctive, like being targeted by a predator at the top of the food chain. Their blood almost froze.
"Quick, get onto the island!"
"Why?" The survivors were still oblivious.
No one answered them.
Because the answer had already arrived.
The sea exploded-
An enormous, grotesquely shaped monster rose from the depths.
It was as large as a destroyer, countless tentacles churning beneath the surface and raising waves several meters high.
Its body had no fixed form, as though countless corpses had been forcibly fused together by some power, looming in and out of the fog.
Most horrifying of all was its "head."
If that could even be called a head.
It was densely covered in eyes, each turning in a different direction. Eventually, every