C819 Battle Spirit(1)
In the silent graveyard of the ship, Chen Xing arrived in front of an ancient ship.
Hin Feng hovered in the air above the ship and let out a clear cry.
This was an unremarkable ship. It had an ancient style and a clumsy chimney in the middle. It reminded people of a factory from the last century. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was ugly
