Gloomy Wind in the North Pole!

At the center of the Star Swallowing Sea, on the gray devilish warship, Elder Nether Spring furrowed his brows so hard that three flying swords seemed to have stabbed his forehead. Thousands of stars were condensed on his retina, and countless streams of information were groups, processed, and distributed.

Suddenly, the 'flying swords' on Elder Nether Spring's forehead shook violently. "The sixth squad has reported an anomaly?"

Swirl stepped forward and replied, "An unexpected wind blew the cargo boxes off, but they have been fixed again now. The goods inside the boxes were not damaged. The squad will try their best to make up for the delay."