Chương 1812: A Devil Rises!

While Heiye Ming was dwelling on the conversation with Lu Qingchen deep inside his brain, his soul being repetitively cleansed by the wind from the four-dimensional, weird things were happening on the bridge of Black Swirl!

Although no source of disturbance was found, the light beams of the crystal processors of the advisors, the Chief Mate, the analysts, and the fire control officers were all bouncing crazily, with ripples that looked like sharp teeth spreading out.

Those ripples danced peculiarly as if they were alive, baring their sharp tusks like fiends that had snuck into the crystal processors.