The Dazzling Warships were silent. Only heavy breathing could be heard, along with occasional sobbing and whimpering. But the voices were soft and filled with fear.

“No one’s allowed to make a sound. Throw anyone who makes a sound to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish! There’re many wildbeasts in the ocean, and they can easily gobble all of you up,” a rough voice rang out from the tenth warship.

Instantly, the whimpering died down. Amid the darkness, the warships could be seen filled with people. Many people were squeezed together. They didn’t even have any room to move about. With all the stenches combined, the storage cabin was heavily polluted.

Many people had tears rolling down their cheeks, but they had to cover their mouths because they would face death if they made a single noise. To them, the sky saints from the Dazzling Pavilion were like gods who could easily determine their fate.

Their eyes were trembling with despair. All...