"sky…"

"Absolutely..."

The old fisherman muttered these two words in a low voice, his expression was a little confused at first.

As he kept repeating in his mouth, he seemed to think of something, and a slight light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"I'm…"

"Heavenly?"

As the fisherman's memory slowly recovered, the black evil spirit that was already churning in his body became stronger and stronger.

Even like a billowing black tide, it began to move toward

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