Chapitre 927: Chapter 275: The Old Tree Blooms

The Deadly Wind Lamp at the stern of the Mist Ship suddenly went out, the green light as if obeying a command, instantly retreated back into the glass cover.

At the exit of the cabin, a Female Demon deep in thought and a male demon hanging upside down both turned their heads simultaneously to look at that lamp—not just the two of them, including Ryan squatting at the ship's rail fishing and Arno hanging from the mast, also turned to look at the stern at the same moment.

"Set sail!!" Harry fell from mid-air with a 'plop' and didn't forget to raise his head and yelled loudly.

It seemed to footnote his statement.

Above the main mast, the black sail that was fully unfurled rustled and fell, the ropes as thick as arms like pythons emerging from a cave, slid along the mast, deck, and cabin roof freely moving about, tangling the falling sail tightly.