The sky was dim, and thunderclouds loomed overhead.
Only the light emitted from the colorful lightning within the clouds allowed people to slightly discern their surroundings.
Here, it seemed like a separate realm, isolated from the world.
The ancient aura descended from the heavens, pressing down like Mount Taishan, causing everyone on the deck to shiver involuntarily with a chilling palpitation.
As it entered the passage, the huge ship slowed down.
This place was called a safe passage,
but in reality,
it was the weakest path surrounding Resurrection Island amidst the thunderclouds.
Even though it was the weakest, this path only had such little space to allow life to pass through. Once crossed, the lightning within the thunderclouds would mercilessly strike down, destroying everything.
At this very moment, around the huge ship.
