The Ghost Ship was moving slowly across the Dead Sea, Li Xiaoqiang and his group stood at the bow, staring at the layers of fog in front of them.
In the air of the Dead Sea, a strong stench permeated, much like that of dead fish.
In the green mist above the sky, it seemed that something formidable was hidden, occasionally, they could see dark shadows instantly passing through the black fog.
Standing next to Li Xiaoqiang, Wang Ming stared at Li Xiaoqiang and said, "Chairman, what is that above us? It feels very powerful."
Seeing those shadows, Li Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and said, "Those things are not something we can contend with, but it seems they are very afraid of the Ghost Ship and dare not come close."
Wang Ming covered his nose, after all, the stench on the sea was indeed very uncomfortable.
Wang Ming whispered, "Could it be because of that guy named Gui Li?"
Li Xiaoqiang nodded and said, "Yes, it's definitely him."
