At the end of everyone's line of sight, on the nearby sea, the Black Prison Ship.
The dense black fog is so suffocating that it seems to devour all the crew on the fleet.
Lord Hai Ge, the supernova of the Sea God Pirate Group, his muscles like steel, steps into the conference room of the Black Prison Giant Ship, looking at the person atop the chair.
The Blood General sits alone on the wide and cold chair, resting his head on his forehead, eyes closed, brow furrowed.
Since following the orders of the Black Blood Empire to arrive at this sea, he has obtained no unique items, nor has he harvested any treasures.
In addition, they sporadically lost thirty-one outstanding soldiers.
They have been waiting, waiting for an opportunity to bare their fangs.
The General of the Black Blood Empire opens his bloodshot right eye:
"So now the one calling the shots in the Sea God Pirate Group is just some wet-behind-the-ears brat?"
Hai Ge puffs out his chest, unconcerned:
