Good.
After all, when someone reaches the extreme pinnacle of misfortune, in a way, they could also be considered lucky.
Xia Feng comforted himself with this thought.
Ahead, the fleet loomed like over a hundred majestic lions, barricading the path forward.
The ships bore somber crescent-shaped insignia of black and gold, which Xia Feng recognized at a glance.
It was the Black Moon Church!
Fortunately, it seemed that the Black Moon Fleet was not there to block Xia Feng specifically, as the bows of their vessels faced west, while their sterns were turned towards Xia Feng and the forces from all directions behind him.
Through the Eye of Decompilation, Xia Feng observed that, in front of the fleet, there was a massive island shrouded in a purple mist.
The vast fleet was assembling around the island, but as Xia Feng and the others approached, the Black Moon Church also noticed their presence.
