The Black Pearl was engulfed by ripples.
But this time, the crew did not lose consciousness; the whole ship was wrapped in the aurora, traversing through vast swathes of dark tides.
Although there was some bumpiness, it was not violent enough to be thrown off.
Everyone clung tightly to the vessel, seeking sanctuary and looking around at the boundless darkness, they let out a small sigh of relief.
They had finally escaped the accursed Devil's Sea.
Even as the red phantom stood motionless, the sense of oppression was too terrifying. Had it not been for the ceremony countering the twisted pressure, they might have all perished long ago.
And in the last moment...
The red phantom was close at hand, as if endless rage was hitting them in the face. This emotion made everyone's hearts tremble involuntarily; they almost suffocated.
