Night had fallen, stars twinkling, the moonlight casting a gentle silver glow.
As Chen Qi gradually left the Blade Witch's Land of Trial behind him, his view suddenly opened up to reveal a vast expanse of land before him,
and the moment his feet touched solid ground, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling every cell in his body cheer and leap for joy.
The night, and the soothing sea breeze—
Chen Qi looked up; the Dagger, the ship of the Blood Blade Pirate Group, still floated steadily above the sea's surface.
Under the cover of night, the lights on the Dagger were warmly inviting.
"All aboard! Everyone!"
Fenrir, the wild wolf, called out excitedly.
Wait—
Chen Qi suddenly realized something.
Where had the Black Light Dragon gone?
How much time had passed outside of the Crack?
Also, Chen Qi took a sniff and detected a strong scent of gunpowder in the air around him.