C1861 Old Master Is Speechless

Dark, dark, cold void.

A tattered sailboat with only half of its body left stood within it. Its withered and empty eyes stared at the enormous arm in front of it, faintly forming a confrontation with it.

An ancient corpse, an arm!

No one spoke because at this level, any movement would be sensed. If it wasn't for the factors of the outside world, then it would be utterly difficult to escape