The warship was swallowed by the dark cluster of clouds. Enveloped in darkness, a terrifying aura lingered in the air.
Inside the dark clouds, a Divine Altar was floating, holding a blooming divine flame. It flickered in the darkness and illuminated the entire warship in an attempt at resisting the darkness.
The metal warship roared. The formations on the ship began revolving quickly, trying to get rid of the dark clouds to escape the darkness.
The one who oversaw this Rising Sun Holy Land warship was a stern-looking middle-aged man. He was an existence at the sect master level. His divine flame was desperately resisting the darkness, giving the warship time to breathe.
However, a figure taller than three meters had just landed on the deck, shaking the entire warship. The metal parts of the warship reverberated ceaselessly under the pressure.
On the warship, the Rising Sun Holy Ground's disciples shrieked and screamed in fear.
