Jeming hovered about ten meters above the sea, with the water below constantly churning.
Despite already leaving Wudu, the fog above the sea was even denser than on the land.
It was as if someone had stuffed the entire sea into a giant steamer, with visibility for an ordinary person barely reaching two meters.
The air was thick with a salty, fishy smell, mixed with an indescribable rotten sweetness.
Jeming made a quick calculation and realized he had left the coastline of Wudu, flying roughly a hundred nautical miles southwest.
The signal from the Eye of the Micro-Light was getting stronger.
The shark monster was less than two nautical miles ahead, the signal steady and unmoving.
Jeming had hoped it would enter some hidden base, or be met by accomplices, or at least find a hiding spot.
But the information returned by the Eye of the Micro-Light detected no other enemy energy fluctuations.
