The nights in the Main God Space were silent and still.
A full moon hung in the sky, its light clear and bright, seemingly no different from that in reality.
A gentle breeze stirred, and ripples appeared on the square in front of the main hall as two lithe and powerful Ghost Warships broke through the void.
"Elder Liu, how was the harvest this time?"
Underneath the ships, someone called out impatiently.
Liu Jun spit out a mouthful of saliva, "No damn harvest, the demon breeds in the green bubble layer seem to have been caught to extinction, we've been roaming around for so long and didn't encounter a single one."
A chorus of disappointed sighs rose from below.
Liu Jun jumped down from the ship, reached out to touch the bottom of the vessel, "This thing's really useful, much more so than the Ghost Ship; it's equipped with two net launchers, one spear launcher. Normal demon breeds don't stand a chance, it's a one-way ticket for them."
