Two days later, they arrived at their original destination, Asura Island.
It was a streamlined island that looked like a fish. As for why it was called Asura Island, Meng Jingtian felt that it had something to do with its level of danger.
Asura island was very big, much bigger than Miracle Island. Looking from afar, they could vaguely see its entire appearance. They could only see black clouds shrouding it, lightning flashing, and the deafening sound of waves coming from the direction of the island.
One could also see that the periphery of the island was a complex group of reefs.
“This is Shura Island. Are We really going there? The waves flow in that direction. The closer we get to Shura Island, the more urgent it gets. If we go another ten nautical miles, I’m afraid we won’t be able to turn back.”
Yang Wuchang stood next to Meng Jingtian. The two of them were on the deck of the bow of the ship. Yang Wuchang raised his hand and pointed in the direction and asked Meng Jingtian.
