"No problem."
Ramon adjusted his damaged mechanical arm.
It's time to initiate the final showdown.
Big White Fur, An, may you hold on... Chen Qi looked at Fen, summoned Water Elf No. 3, activating the spatial jump of the Nether Sea Ghost Ship.
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Inside Witch Sea, people emerged from the sanctuary, uniformly gazing towards the sky.
The leaden clouds piled up in the sky like torn rotten flesh, with countless turbid spiritual power wandering between the cloud fissures, intermittently illuminating the pitch-black sea surface.
The black fog grew thicker and thicker.
The entire ocean was like this, without exception.
The crowd looked up, a flash of despair in their eyes.
All of this was a sign that an apocalypse was imminent.
And the point of spiritual power convergence was on a distant place, atop a small island.
Countless believers are praying, manipulating their spiritual power, expanding the scope of the ritual.
