This sound is very strange.
It’s as if countless bees have gathered together, the buzzing shaking one’s eardrums painfully, making the heart restless.
But other than that, the Black Ship seems to be in hibernation, without any other change.
Even when Kong Xiangdong hired Death Warriors at great expense to investigate, it didn’t provoke an attack from the Black Ship.
Yet this calmness did not relax Kong Xiangdong in the slightest; on the contrary, he became increasingly tense.
Because anyone with insight could see, this is by no means a good omen, likely the calm before a storm.
Yang Zhan was deeply worried about this as well, but there was nothing he could do to help, only to inquire.
"Has Master Zhao heard the news over there? When can he arrive?"
Kong Xiangdong nodded, "He wrote back a couple days ago saying he is almost prepared, planning to set out on the first of November, and it will take about another ten days to reach us here."
"Still ten more days!" Yang Zhan was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.
"This is already the fastest possible; after all, this time it’s not just Master Zhao alone; he has to bring people from various sects with him, which naturally takes more time."
"I’m not doubting Master Zhao; it’s just that people on our side are getting fewer and fewer, at this rate, by the time Master Zhao arrives, there might only be a handful of us left."
What Yang Zhan said was indeed true.
After all, not everyone has the strong courage that supports people like Kong Xiangdong and his group.
Faced with this Black Ship looming across the sky like a nightmare, many cannot withstand the enormous pressure and quietly flee.
At first, it was only a few individuals, but as time went on, more and more people fled.
Especially after the buzzing sound began, massive numbers of people left.
Kong Xiangdong turned a deaf ear to it all, letting those people leave freely, not even restraining his own subordinates too much.
Yang Zhan once asked Kong Xiangdong about this, and Kong Xiangdong explained that at a time like this, one should not resort to violence for suppression.
Due to the uncertainty of the future, even Kong Xiangdong himself does not know what they will face next.
Not to mention those ordinary Sea Gatherers.
So Kong Xiangdong did not criticize them, even showing rare leniency.
But because of that, Yang Zhan became increasingly anxious.
Because this precisely indicated that even Kong Xiangdong himself was not confident of surviving the impending catastrophe.
Honestly, after realizing this, Yang Zhan did consider leaving.
As a tavern owner, he had neither the responsibility nor obligation to accompany Kong Xiangdong to his death here.
But later, Yang Zhan dismissed the thought.
Because he understood that if this Black Ship truly came to destroy the entire Beyond the World, then no matter where he fled, the result would be the same.
So rather than dying cowardly in a corner, he might as well stand on the frontline; even if the result is the same death, at least it would be an honorable death.
At that moment, after long observation, Kong Xiangdong took out pen and paper to start detailing the Black Ship’s form for today.
This was a habit Kong Xiangdong had developed over this period.
He documented all the subtle changes of the Black Ship daily so that when Zhao Ya arrives, this would be invaluable firsthand information.
Yang Zhan accompanied him, somewhat bored.
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the distant base camp.
Yang Zhan was taken aback.
In order to observe the Black Ship as best as possible, Kong Xiangdong would always ascend a small hill about three miles from camp.
The view here was excellent; not only could one see the shape of the Black Ship clearly, but also the base camp behind.
At this point, Kong Xiangdong also noticed the anomaly, promptly turning his head to look.
"What’s going on?" They said in unison, then exchanged glances and immediately dashed down the hill.
Yang Zhan was filled with excitement.
He thought Master Zhao might have arrived early with his group.
But as they neared the camp, Yang Zhan couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.
Because he didn’t see any sign of Zhao Ya and his companions.
But the disappointment only lasted a moment, and soon both Yang Zhan and Kong Xiangdong were invigorated.
Because although it was not Master Zhao, a large contingent of reinforcements had nonetheless arrived.
Moments later.
Jing Rou and Huang Liang came to the front of the group, meeting Kong Xiangdong and the others.
There was no excessive courtesies or chat between them.
Kong Xiangdong knew well that the Mechanical Sect’s arrival was undoubtedly thanks to Zhao Ya’s efforts.
Meanwhile, Jing Rou and Huang Liang’s attention was entirely on the enormous Black Ship in the distant sky.
Though they were already informed by Zhao Ya and had some mental preparation, witnessing it in person, the overwhelming sense of pressure made both Jing Rou and Huang Liang hold their breath.
If even they felt this way, it goes without saying for others in the Mechanical Sect.
Even these usually fearless young people couldn’t help but fall silent.
For a full incense stick’s time, not a word was spoken among the Mechanical Sect members.
But soon, a strange gleam appeared in these people’s eyes.
For instance, the senior brother from the Celestial Craft Department, Huang Liang, was now murmuring with excitement.
"How was such a colossal Black Ship built?"
The Celestial Craft Department excels in construction techniques; all major buildings of the Mechanical Sect are their work.
Moreover, all the machinery used by the Mechanical Sect daily is mined and forged by the Celestial Craft Department.