The night was thick, and at some point, fog had arisen. The blue luminescence in the roaring waves gradually faded, and the sea began to grow deep and somber. Sea monsters, Spirit Sharks, and others were fleeing; something terrifying was happening.
Qin Ming could hardly believe his eyes!
In the increasingly profound seawater, there were coffins floating, headless corpses rising and falling, and some grave mounds drifting with the waves, the soil remaining intact, not sinking into the sea.
What was going on? Qin Ming felt the atmosphere had suddenly become eerie and unpredictable.
Though the Night Ruins lacked the sun, it initially gave him a sense of peace — even the blue, luminescent sea imparted a feeling of tranquility.
How did it turn into this in the blink of an eye?
"Deep night has arrived," whispered the cat-eared girl, wounded, with a hint of nervousness and unease.
Qin Ming turned his head to look at her, capturing the expression on her fair and pretty face.
