Riding the waves, the giant warship swiftly traversed the ocean, leaving a trail of water that spread from the stern, clapping the waves into patches of white.
After several days of rushing around, the scorching heat pierced the bleak sea breeze, swallowing the cold, as Yang Yu and the others crossed the equator, sailing from the Northern Hemisphere to the Southern Hemisphere once again.
Kula Doreen stood on the deck, gazing out at the endless ocean, not knowing what he was thinking.
One daughter is missing, while the other has gone astray; understanding his inner thoughts at this moment is certainly difficult.
Perhaps Kula Doreen has already prepared for the worst.
With the scorching sun distorting space, Yang Yu uncorked barrel after barrel, stuffing ample clover and ice into them, and took the opportunity to check the health of each Slime.
Slimes possess nearly perfect poison resistance, but this doesn't mean they don't get sick.
