The Giant Boat sailed through mid-air.
Its entire body was black, and this included both the hull of the boat and the devices on either side that resembled oars, but were actually wings, all exuding a precise regularity.
It was as if every line and dimension were completely uniform.
One could almost hear the sound of gears turning.
If a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder came here, they would undoubtedly give it a resounding approval—it soared through the sky amidst the boundless black tides.
The tides roared and surged like a mountainous tsunami, constantly churning and leaping, making even this colossal boat seem tiny in such a chaotic environment.
It looked as though it might be completely submerged and buried in the next moment.
When Song He finished observing the outside, he shifted his gaze to the boat and immediately saw a brightly lit city bustling with people coming and going.
