The sightline passed over the flock of birds and gradually, Zhao Sheng's expression grew grim.
From a distance, he looked down to see, as the sun set in the west, a vast island that stretched beyond the horizon suddenly came into his view.
Several black smoke columns could be seen rising from the island, with the smoke spreading across the sky. Fields and forests inland looked desolate and pitch-black, while most of the buildings in the coastal workshop had collapsed into ruins, and the docks were covered with charred debris, the remnants after the fires.
On the sea surface nearby, countless broken ships were half-sunk, capsized, and flipped over, yet, strikingly, not a single corpse was to be found. However, the sea fish and sea beasts in the vicinity had recently eaten so much that their bellies were round, making them appear unusually large.