The gray speck of light streaked across the night sky of the Void Sea like a shooting star, leaving a long, thin trail in the moonlight as it sped toward the depths of the ocean.

The sea breeze whistled in their ears, and the salty, fishy vapor hit their faces. The chaotic power around Chen Ping was like an invisible film, enveloping the four of them and shielding them from the chill of the night wind and the moisture of the sea.

Lan Yuan leaned against Chen Ping’s side, feeling the Azure Wave Island receding into the distance beneath his feet. His nerves, which had been tense for several days, finally relaxed a little.

He glanced back; the island had shrunk to a tiny black dot, like a speck of dust on the sea, almost invisible in the moonlight.

“We…we’re really out.”

Lan Yuan’s voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of relief and exhaustion from surviving a disaster, “Shen Tianhai didn’t catch up.”

“He thought you were still on the island.”