Over the vast expanse of the ocean, the waves crashed, but there was no sound of water splashing. The waves simply rolled and passed, leaving a space that was crushed and twisted.
Mandela stood in front of the waves, her golden eyes looking into the boundless depths of the ocean. Then, with a wave of her hand, her figure swept out.
"Let's go.I can feel that the ultimate goal of our journey is not far away."
Hearing Mandela's words, Mu Chen and the others looked solemn. They dared not give the slightest hesitation, so they quickly followed.
The group of people flew over the ocean, but as they ventured deeper, Mu Chen and the others began to perceive that the sense of oppression between the heaven and the earth seemed to be growing stronger.
