Under the pitch-black dome of the sky, lightning continuously streaked across.
A ship of the same black color swiftly sailed into the vast sea.
On the deck, dozens of figures in black stood rigidly.
If one could see clearly, they would certainly notice the material of their clothing differed from what Zhao Xiyan had previously brought back.
The fabric was obviously thicker, giving the impression of the solidity of armor.
The rain fell, hitting the figures' bodies and producing a "pat-pat-pat" muffled sound.
It was evident that it wasn't made of anything like iron.
Suddenly a wave struck, and the figures standing upright on the ship collectively tilted backward for a moment before straightening themselves again with the momentum of the wave.
Strangely, their arms and legs seemed rigid, because not one of their joints moved throughout the whole process of tilting and standing upright again.
It looked exceedingly eerie.
