When the sinister wind blew, the world grew dark and dim, covered by black clouds. In an instant, thick ghost qi filled the air.

With it, everyone’s hair stood on end, and a freezing sensation ran through their bones. It was like they had fallen into an icehouse, and an icy hand was wrapping around their souls. They didn’t even dare to move.

They simply watched as a giant wooden ship broke through the waves. It was enormous, almost like a floating island. Compared to it, Guo Ran’s battleship was like an ant in front of a dragon.

The pitch-black wooden ship had spots of rust on it, while the mast and sail were riddled with holes, looking like they were on the verge of collapse.

“Damn, what a huge ship. But it’s actually a dugout!” Guo Ran instantly saw...