It had been a close call, but they were safe.
With the Ghost Unit risking their lives to cover their retreat and the ice cave's complex terrain providing cover, Ye Li and his group finally shook off Agatha and Drake's pursuit and successfully returned to the flagship moored in a secluded bay.
The moment Ye Li stepped onto the deck, his taut nerves abruptly relaxed, and an unprecedented wave of exhaustion swept over him. His vision went black, and he nearly fainted on the spot. Fortunately, Apollo caught him in time.
All three legendary treasures were in their hands. This expedition to the Orange Islands, which they had barely survived, had exceeded its objectives in a way beyond anyone's imagination.
The fleet set sail immediately, leaving the dangerous and unpredictable Far Northern Sea at full speed under cover of darkness.
On the return voyage, Ye Li lay on the soft, large bed in his room, but he could not fall asleep no matter how he tried. He kept feeling as though something had its eyes on him. The sense of being watched was faint, yet it followed him like a shadow. He looked around. The room was empty, but he kept feeling that a pair of eyes seemed to be silently watching him from the shadows in those dim corners the light could not reach.
Something stirred in Ye Li's mind. He thought of Agatha, that elusive Ghost-type Elite Four member.
He did not raise the alarm. Instead, he silently issued a command in his mind to Umbreon, who had long since returned to his side and was now curled up at the foot of his bed, dozing.
Umbreon's ears twitched slightly. It did not open its eyes, but an invisible, extremely subtle psychic force spread soundlessly toward the shadowed