Qian guiyou took the lead, and Bao Guijun was the last. The five of them rushed to the beach.
As they stepped on the soft and wet sand, a glimmer of hope gradually appeared in their originally nervous hearts. Because so far, everything had been unusually smooth.
They believed that as long as they could get their hands on the yacht, they would have a high chance of escaping.
Qian guiyou and the others rushed towards the yacht as the cold water reached their ankles. In a short while, the water was already at their waist, so they decided to swim forward.
The small yacht swayed gently with the waves and was already very close.
"Good luck!" Qian guiyou cheered everyone on excitedly.
They didn't know that even if they could get the yacht, they could only go in circles in the space ocean at most. Now, they were like turtles in a jar. Where could they run to?