At noon, a yacht was speeding across a certain sea area.
On the yacht, Zhang Xian and Leng Shuang'er were standing at the bow, looking into the distance. Amidst the boundless ocean, a few islands appeared and disappeared like mischievous sprites.
Spike sat to the side with a grim face, wondering how to escape the impending threat. According to Zhang Xian, he was on the kill list.
"Are we almost there?" Zhang Xian asked.
Spike nodded, "We're almost there. In a short while, three islands forming a triangle will appear ahead. One of them is a small outpost of the God's Spokesperson."
Zhang Xian chuckled and said, "It seems the God's Spokesperson has quite a large force. They're everywhere."
"From what you've told me before, the Snow Dragon Mercenary Organization is merely a minion in front of the God's Spokesperson. Just how powerful is the enemy you're up against?" Leng Shuang'er voiced her concern.
