As night began to envelop the entire Main God Space, the massive fleet finally completed its preparations, and Yang Fan set sail!
The direction in which the fleet moved, the ripples in the void were almost endless at a glance, as if the entire void had turned into a rippling water surface, and every Ghost Ship and Ghost Warship was like a droplet merging into this watery expanse!
For a full half hour, this vast fleet disappeared from the Main God Space.
Then, countless Ghost Ships emerged from every corner, trailing behind them, tearing through the void like moths leaving their nests, plunging into the vast unknown depths.
Such ships, although scattered throughout the Main God Space, seemed endlessly connected.
In the field of vision, Ghost Ships rose everywhere, like lanterns that ascended halfway and then vanished.
At the mountaintop of the Sunrise Sect's Main Peak, Li Xu watched this scene with an inscrutable gaze, his face reflecting indecision.
