After a brief silence.
"I want a ship." Yuan Tianyan was the first to break the silence. His voice was calm, yet undeniable, like the decree of a Heavenly Monarch, the ultimate truth, a divine proclamation.
He was only one person, but he wanted a ship. A ship with eight seats!
One seat represents one life.
Yet, no one dared to refute him. After all, there were still seven other ships to contest for, providing a slim chance of survival. But provoking Yuan Tianyan meant certain death.
The next moment, Yuan Tianyan's figure moved, transforming into a speck of light landing on a ship in the southwestern direction.
Indeed, once he stood on it, the seemingly small, ancient boat trembled slightly before settling down, fully able to bear him.
This boat could indeed save a life.
"I, Xuu Xiao, want a ship!" Seeing that Yuan Tianyan had already taken a ship, others could no longer wait. Xuu Xiao spoke directly.
