612, Sunk into the Sea

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Boom...

Huge waves crashed onto the ground.

At this time, although it was not yet night, the sky was already dark and terrifying due to the typhoon.

In less than ten minutes.

A drastic change had occurred.

Du Wei, with his bag on his back, stood on high ground, beside him was Village Chief Puton with a complex expression on his face.

Two hunters with their own ghosts in their hearts.

At this moment, they were all shocked by the Ghost Ship that was getting closer and closer.

The Ghost Ship was about twenty meters long, its tattered sails still held marine plankton, and unknown soft-bodied creatures clung to them, wriggling.

As it drew near.

The waves rose wildly, as if mad.

Thud...

The hull of the Ghost Ship collided with a rock on the shore.

The wooden hull slammed the rock into pieces without leaving a scratch.

Crash...

The Ghost Ship docked by the seaside.