Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 672 - 364 Fog

Chapter 672: 364 Fog

Unnoticed, three months had elapsed since we set sail.

The sea seemed boundless, and the Royal Fleet moved methodically through the waters.

It was on this particular afternoon!

Hurried footsteps echoed throughout the colossal ship.

The crowd stirred.

Three purple-robed eunuchs holding the Fate Dice once again knocked on Fang Zhixing’s door.

"Your Excellency!"

The purple-robed eunuch, visibly tense, hurriedly said, "The situation is urgent, please cast the dice quickly."

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing was somewhat surprised. There were no storms outside, and all was calm. He couldn’t help but ask, "What happened?"

The purple-robed eunuch replied, "The vanguard fleet has suddenly lost contact, five large warships have vanished into thin air."

Fang Zhixing was momentarily stunned.

Although the vanguard fleet was scouting ahead, it always maintained a distance of less than twenty miles from the giant ship.

Moreover, the vanguard fleet would send a message back every hour.

Not to mention, the commander of the vanguard fleet was Navy Admiral Duanmu Tianxu, the son of Great Zhou’s foremost warrior, Duanmu Yuansu, a man of great ferocity.

"They’ve disappeared..."

Fang Zhixing, after a brief moment of contemplation, picked up the Fate Dice and casually tossed it.

Clang clang clang~

The Fate Dice whirled around and finally stopped on one point.

The next instant, the Fate Dice suddenly burst into brilliant light, forming the word "Yes."

Seeing this, the purple-robed eunuch exclaimed excitedly, "Your Excellency, it’s your turn to demonstrate your mighty power."

Fang Zhixing nodded slightly and said, "Allow me a moment to prepare."

The three purple-robed eunuchs dared not say more and meekly walked away.

Xigou poked his head out and smacked his lips, "What exactly are the Fate Dice, some kind of black technology? Can they really not be manipulated by anyone?"

Fang Zhixing responded, "Can’t tell for now. Do you want to come out and take a look with me?"

Xigou hesitated for a moment and replied, "Hmm, let’s go out and have some fun. It’s really boring always staying in the cabin."

A man and his dog soon arrived on deck.

By then, quite a number of people had gathered on the deck.

The leader was a middle-aged woman, not unattractive, dressed very lavishly.

She wore a lavish, bead-studded palace dress, shimmering with a faint lake-blue luster as if whispering the mysteries and elegance of the court.

Noble Concubine Duanmu Yingxue!

She was Duanmu Tianxu’s sister.

As soon as Fang Zhixing appeared, numerous eyes were riveted on him.

"Fellow Daoist Fang."

Xu Jie approached him; he had also been chosen by the Fate Dice and sighed, "I didn’t expect you to be involved too. It seems the danger we’re facing is extraordinary!"

At this remark!

Everyone agreed deeply, nodding their heads and echoing his words, their expressions grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Fang Zhixing quietly said, "You flatter me too much, my appearance could merely be a coincidence."

His words did little to comfort.

After a short wait, everyone was ready.

Duanmu Yingxue stepped forward, facing the crowd, and said, "Fellow Daoists, the vanguard fleet is in peril, the situation is dire. I hope everyone can pull together, united as one, and follow me to rescue them."

"Princess Consort, rest assured, we will do our utmost," the crowd responded earnestly.

"Good, please follow me."

Duanmu Yingxue, with a tap of her foot, led everyone as they flew forward.

Fang Zhixing and Xigou raced through the air, following closely.

The group quickly flew out twenty miles. The sea was vast and indeed, the vanguard fleet was nowhere to be seen.

"Spread out and search," Duanmu Yingxue ordered.

Everyone immediately dispersed, in groups of two or three, flying in different directions.

Xu Jie followed Fang Zhixing, continuing forward.

They traveled about thirty miles.

The sea was boundless, leaving no trace to follow.

"There’s something here!"

Soon, someone used their energy to emit a signal of Tiger Roar, spreading in all directions.

Fang Zhixing heard it and immediately turned, flying to the left.

Before long, everyone regrouped.

Looking ahead, several small islands appeared on the ocean surface, and further away, a much larger island shrouded in mist could be seen.

"An island?"

Xigou perched on Fang Zhixing’s back, feeling the breeze, and looked at the island, remarking, "Speaking of which, it takes about eighty-nine days to circumnavigate the earth. We’ve been at sea for so many days, and it’s our first encounter with an island."

Fang Zhixing surveyed the surroundings, his gaze suddenly shifting toward the other side of the island.

He flew over for a closer look, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.

Amid a group of reefs, shrouded in fog, all five warships lay stranded, barely visible, and hard to see clearly.

"Found them!"

Someone shouted first.

Everyone immediately swarmed towards it.

Before they even got close, a pungent smell of blood wafted over.

Soon, everyone could see the condition of the five warships, either broken in half or half-sunken upon the reefs, none intact.

Bloodstains were everywhere on the warships, bodies lay strewn about, the water tinged red.

Everyone noted, the bodies were badly mutilated, the expressions of the deceased were horrifying as if they had been bitten, enduring immense pain.

The scene was extremely gruesome!

"This..."

Duanmu Yingxue’s face turned pale, and she screamed, "Big brother, where are you?"

The echo reverberated, the water churned, and waves crashed against the shore.

After a long while, no one responded.

"Quick, search!"

Duanmu Yingxue, clearly panicked, rushed toward the reefs alone.

Everyone was about to follow.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Fang Zhixing called everyone to a halt.

Duanmu Yingxue turned, her expression annoyed, about to scold, but she suddenly realized the speaker was Fang Zhixing, and quickly moderated her anger, patiently asking, "Fellow Daoist Fang, please speak."

Fang Zhixing looked at the mist over the island, recalling the experiences of the Sect Master Xuanwu, and said aloud, "This mist may be strange."