The dark armor, covered in mysterious patterns, further embellished with intertwining runes, seemed to harbor an immensely majestic divine power.
The warship, towering several hundred zhang high, resembled a colossal beast, as if it had risen straight from the Grand Canal, exuding a terrifying and oppressive aura that seemed to dim the entire world around it.
All light was lost, siphoned away by the figure standing with arms crossed, cloaked in armor, and a great black cape billowing behind.
The warship was truly enormous, filled with a formidable aura, like an ancient ferocious beast returning from the battlefield, each weathered mark upon it an emblem of its glory.
Ji Moli!
It was Ji Moli!
At this moment, the atmosphere on the entire Yellow Dragon Xuanmu Ship was oppressive; the captain and crew responsible for the treasure ship were trembling, utterly terrified.
King Ping Luan... Ji Moli!