189: Chapter 189 is related to the Black Tide again?

The fanaticism that had just been established was torn open in the face of a true natural disaster.

"Can we... really survive?"

A young Survivor lay prostrate on the deck, his voice trembling.

No one answered, because everyone wanted to ask that same question.

On the Many Children, Many Blessings.

Su Mei glanced at the fleet's data panel.

Lines of alarms were flashing.

"More than three hundred ships in the outer fleet have shield overloads."

"The coma rate among low-rank Survivors has exceeded twenty percent."

"The corrosion index is rising."

Just as she finished speaking, a cry of alarm suddenly came from the rear of the fleet.

"Water! The water is corroding the bottom of the ship!"

"The armor is melting!"

"Quickly, lay down the insulation layer!"

"Don't touch the seawater! Ah—my hand!"

A Survivor had merely touched an inky droplet that splashed onto the deck.

In the next second.

Black smoke billowed directly from his flesh.

He screamed and recoiled.

The person next to him immediately chopped off two of his fingers to stop the corrosion from spreading.

Su Mei's face darkened slightly.

"The corrosion has begun."

Li Taiping did not look back.

"Notify the entire fleet: activate maximum protection and have all low-rank personnel retreat into the cabins."

Su Mei nodded and immediately gave the order.

"What about you?"

"Watching the show."

Su Mei glanced at him; even now, he was still acting tough.

However, she didn't try to persuade him, knowing that Li Taiping didn't need it.

Li Taiping stood at the edge of the balcony, his long black coat pressed against his body by the air pressure.

He looked up at the Floating Island, a flash of dark gold light passing through the depths of his pupils.

An Epic-peak Puppet appeared silently behind him.

Clad in Dark Gold Armor, it stood on the deck with a Massive Black Sword hanging at an angle.

As soon as it appeared, the pressure around the Many Children, Many Blessings was instantly pushed back, creating a small clear area.

He Yushui breathed a sigh of relief, while Bing Yu collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

"I'm alive, I'm alive. Now this is what I call a sense of security."

Yun Jinxin looked at the island in the sky and swallowed hard.

"Can this thing be sliced?"

He Yushui thought about it seriously.

"It should be possible. If one strike doesn't cut it, just use a few more."

Bing Yu almost jumped up.

"Do you two have some kind of misunderstanding about the Floating Island? That's not a fish steak! That's the Black Tide Sovereign's seal..."

She shut her mouth again.

Li Taiping turned his head.

"Keep talking."

Bing Yu's body stiffened.

"I wasn't thinking straight just now."

Li Taiping said indifferently, "I don't like asking a second time."

The air was silent for a second as Bing Yu's nine tails slowly retracted behind her.

She whispered, "In the legends, the Floating Island isn't an island."

"It is a cage."

"What is it locking up?" Su Mei asked.

Bing Yu looked at the sky, her voice much lower.

"It locks up a part of the Black Tide Sovereign."

Boom!

As if in response to her words.

On the Floating Island, all the chains tightened simultaneously.

Thunder roared and light flashed.

In the center of the island, a Black Palace slowly rose.

The palace had no doors.

There was only a giant vertical pupil embedded right in the center.

That vertical pupil opened.

Its gaze fell.

Although there was no sound, a sentence echoed in everyone's ears.

"Survivors."

"Offer up your hearts."

"And you may enter my tide."

Thump!

Hundreds of Survivors clutched their chests at the same time, their hearts beginning to beat violently out of control.

Some people's eyes turned black, while others stood up and staggered toward the ship's railing.

"Enter the tide..."

"Enter the tide..."

Shen He's expression changed drastically.

"Hold them down!"

Shen Xiu reacted the fastest, knocking out the person next to him with a single punch.

"Don't let them jump into the sea!"

Chaos erupted.

First it was pressure, now it was Mental Pollution.

Li Taiping's eyes turned cold; he was no longer evaluating the combat risk.

"You want to touch my people before the fight has even started?"

He raised his hand, and in his palm, the powder of a deep sea source crystal was swept up by the wind.

The puppet took a step forward, its Massive Black Sword held level.

In the next moment.

Dark gold light patterns ignited on the blade.

Li Taiping's voice spread throughout the fleet.

"Everyone, lower your heads."

"Don't look at that eye."

As he finished speaking, the puppet swung its sword, slashing at the invisible line of sight between the sky and the sea.

Chii—!