The wake spread out from the stern of the wooden boat, blending into the dull grey fog.
The unmanned wooden boat drifted forward eerily, as Lu Li's wrist turned, maintaining quietness as it swayed around him.
Once the fog enveloped the area, the small wooden boat seemed completely isolated from the outside world.
The Nikola Counter emitted a faint, slow, uninterrupted ticking sound, neither becoming faster nor disappearing. The reason for the rationality decrease seemed not to be because something appeared around, but from the fog itself.
There was no sea breeze, nor the sound of waves, the whole sea area was as calm as a windless lake.
The Spirit-Calling Gun was gradually drawn from its holster, but the moment it left the holster and its perception spread out, it was slid back in.
For a brief instant, Lu Li sensed a barely detectable, loathsome aura around him, but nothing strange.
For Lu Li, trapped on the vast ocean, this was good news.