Inside the Great Sky River, there existed an airship resembling a small whale, aimlessly circling and looping in certain areas.
The limited space within the airship was enveloped by a gloomy atmosphere.
At this moment, those diverse individuals—some grim, some fierce, some savage—had lost the vigor they once had when they first entered the Sky River. Each of them pulled long faces, keeping others at bay.
Searching relentlessly.
Up until now, they had exhausted every tracking method available, yet their target had still not shown any trace, as if he did not exist in the Great Sky River at all.
This undoubtedly was a harsh slap in the face for the group, erasing their dignity and filling them with pent-up anger.
"Let you all make assurances, yet you achieve nothing, can do nothing, just blindly wandering around the Great Sky River for over two months."
Among the group, Yosef was the only one who felt inexplicably relieved.