At this moment, Zhao Ya rushed down from the mountain, shouting loudly as he ran: "Quick, the glacier is melting rapidly, hurry up the mountain now!"
Indeed, this was everyone’s last chance, otherwise, once the ice and snow completely melted, the roads would become incredibly muddy.
Everyone awoke from their stupor, then immediately started sprinting towards the mountaintop.
Just halfway up, it began to rain.
At first, the rain was light, but in an instant, torrential rain poured down.
In the blink of an eye, everyone was drenched like drowned rats.
Fortunately, those who made it here were all martial artists with cultivation; otherwise, this alone would have been quite unbearable.
Meanwhile, Zhao Ya returned to the camp and helped Kong Xiangdong and others transport supplies.
Otherwise, if only people went up without supplies, it would be a dead end.
By the time they hurriedly moved everything to the mountain, the rain was so heavy they could barely keep their eyes open.
With difficulty, they set up tents for shelter, finally gaining a place to stay.
However, though the mountaintop was a flat area, it was already reaching its capacity to accommodate so many people.
Yet, that was not the worst, the critical point was that the rain showed no sign of stopping.
Zhao Ya stood atop a large rock at the summit, gazing out as far as he could, but the rain curtain obscured everything; even with his eye power, seeing distant objects was challenging.
Zhao Ya’s heart grew heavy.
Because this was far from just an ordinary rain.
The key issue was the Black Ship.
But even the Black Ship was now completely obscured by the dense rain curtain, and even divine thought could not reach it.
Everything exuded a sense of looming disaster.
Just then, a dull roar echoed from the northern sky.
The sound reverberated through the wilderness, even causing the small mountain beneath to tremble.
Zhao Ya was startled and looked up.
Saw a streak of red light spreading across the northern sky, followed by several more roars.
Rumble!
This time Zhao Ya finally heard clearly, it was the sound of boulders rolling down.
Accompanied immediately by a huge rush of water, while a strong marine odor permeated the air.
Zhao Ya’s heart shook violently, finally understanding what had just happened.
The Black Ship, with immense force, crashed through Great Snow Mountain, and the vast snowfield behind the mountain had already melted, merging with the sea of Wuyang, pouring inward directly.
The enormous sound of water naturally alarmed everyone atop the mountain, and Huang Liang, Jing Rou, along with Kong Xiangdong and others, all gathered before the boulder.
"What’s going on?" Shangguan Jianmei asked with fear on her face.
Despite being a top-notch martial artist, she still felt deeply powerless against such a gigantic force of nature.
He Nandou muttered with a dazed expression: "It’s all coming true, the flood pouring from the sky, this is an omen of the world’s end!"
The others were equally terrified.
Only the people from the Mechanical Sect could remain calm.
"What do we do next?" Huang Liang stood beside Zhao Ya, asking in a deep voice.
Zhao Ya looked sternly at the red light piercing the sky in the distance and suddenly said, "You all stay here and hold the fort, I will go there."
Everyone was shocked to hear this.
Not to mention the eerie nature of the Black Ship, the current complex environment alone was dangerous enough.
"I’ll go with you!" someone suddenly shouted from the crowd, and Shen Yunshen stepped forward.
"Count me in too!" Jing Rou was even more unwilling to be outdone.
"And me!" Yin Jiaxiong unsheathed his sword, saying with a full face of fighting spirit.
But Zhao Ya shook his head, "No need for anyone to follow!"
"But...," Shen Yunshen was anxious.
Zhao Ya waved his hand, speaking seriously, "No need to argue, I’ll be freer by myself, and I can handle any dangers more easily."
This left everyone speechless.
Because what Zhao Ya said was indeed true; in terms of cultivation in the Martial Dao or Lightweight Body Technique, no one present could match him.
"Then be sure to stay safe!" Shen Yunshen solemnly said.
Zhao Ya smiled, "Don’t worry, if I really can’t fight, I can still run away."
At the same time, a giant figure appeared in the sky above the mountain, which was the leader of the Free-Loading Birds.
Zhao Ya wasted no more time, leaping onto its back and disappearing through the layers of rain.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Huang Liang shouted in a deep voice, and the crowd dispersed.
Meanwhile, Zhao Ya was already flying high in the sky.
At this altitude, the wind and rain were even stronger, making it difficult for even the large Free-Loading Bird leader.
Luckily, Zhao Ya infused it with True Power, barely stabilizing its form.
Very soon, one man and one bird broke through the wind and rain, reaching the vicinity of the Black Ship.
Just as Zhao Ya expected, the Great Snow Mountain had already been breached by a huge opening, with seawater pouring in.
Moreover, loud rumbling sounds were coming from within the Black Ship, as it moved forward with a rumble.
Occasionally, there would be loud explosive noises from beneath the ship.
That was the sound of the mountain being crushed by the black ship’s immense force.
Oddly enough, no matter how Zhao Ya strained his eyes, he saw no one on the Black Ship’s deck.
Could it be that the Black Ship is so advanced it needs no sailors at all?
A trace of doubt flashed through Zhao Ya’s mind, then he patted the Free-Loading Bird leader’s head, signaling for it to hover nearby and not stray far.
The Free-Loading Bird chirped softly.
Zhao Ya smiled, sensing the giant bird’s concern, and said, "Don’t worry, just wait nearby."
Then Zhao Ya leapt out.
The closer he got to the Black Ship, the more he felt its immense size and terror, but when he got close enough, only parts could be seen.
Zhao Ya passed through layers of wind and rain, finally landing on the deck, elevating his aura instantly to its peak, ready for any sudden attack.
Surprisingly, there was nothing.
No ambush, no siege, not even attention.
The massive deck was deserted, with only the dense splashes from the raindrops falling on it.
Besides the rain, the entire world fell silent.
The sky was like an upturned cauldron, and beneath his feet lay an unknown iron beast, a feeling extremely bizarre.
Zhao Ya suppressed all his aura, silently blending into the rain curtain, starting to advance deeper into the deck.
Unlike any ship Zhao Ya had seen in his previous life, this Black Ship had no ship’s island.
The entire deck appeared to be forged from a single piece of steel, smooth as a mirror, with no visible entrance.
After circling once, Zhao Ya finally stood at the bow.
Here stood a ferocious beast-head sculpture, and according to Kong Xiangdong, its eyes once emitted a red light.
Where the light shone, the dead rose again, attacking comrades they had just fought alongside.
But now, this beast-head sculpture stood motionless, its eyes tightly shut, as if it were asleep.