Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The dark clouds above the Thousand Islands seemed to have sensed that today would be the end of everything. They were much thicker than usual.
The dark and depressing sky was accompanied by muffled thunder from time to time. It was like a dying dragon trying to scare off the heroes who came to attack it with its roar.
But this was just a useless struggle.
One after another, the thousand-island ships crossed the line of defense and sailed into the waters of Fallen Abyss without fear. The leading warship at the forefront had a flag of a Divine Wizard hanging high above it. A phoenix emitting dazzling flames lit up the darkness and flew with it.
Therefore, the heroes who came to crusade against the evil dragon would not be scared away by the roar, nor would they be blinded by the dark clouds. They had the best guidance.
And everyone firmly believed that they were going to do it.
