If the Immortal Boat really encountered trouble, would there be any chance for them to survive?
Looking at the Qi Cultivation cultivators on this deck, even if they miraculously landed safely, they would likely perish in the next impending danger.
"Is there still no contact with Deacon Zhang's fleet?"
Deacon Luo withdrew his gaze and looked back at his subordinates in the cockpit.
A white-haired elder holding a bronze array plate smiled bitterly:
"For the past six hours, we have sent out more than ten messages, yet there hasn't been a single reply."
"Moreover, the array map doesn't show their fleet's location anymore."
"..."
Deacon Luo's heart sank, but he comforted, "Perhaps they've encountered a mist. Deacon Zhang is well-prepared; surely, nothing has happened to them."
After saying this, Deacon Luo looked around and then instructed the elder to continue sending messages.
