The three giants pushed open the iron gate and entered the secret room.

The secret room's lights automatically illuminated, revealing a square space with black square tiles on the ceiling and floor. There were no windows, no furniture, and in the center stood a meter-high iron cylinder.

A basketball-sized crystal orb floated above the cylinder, containing a tightly closed eye.

Sean Mede waved his hand, creating an airflow to close the iron gate. He then gestured towards the crystal orb with his palm, indicating that Winnie could begin.

According to the giants' agreement, Winnie would be responsible for using the Eye of the Sky this time. Once the enemy's location was locked, Sean Mede, as a wind mage, with his speed and aerial supremacy, would lead the Punishers to the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Channing Lu of the board would be stationed at the Punisher branch, protecting the blinded Winnie.

Winnie stepped forward, placed her hand on the crystal orb, stored the rule-based item in her inventory, and then retrieved it, completing the recognition process.

Next, she swiped her hand across the surface of the crystal orb. The eye within suddenly opened, devoid of a pupil, with a deep, dark abyss within.

In an instant, apart from Winnie, the owner, Channing and Sean felt an inexplicable gaze, causing prickling discomfort.

They had the illusion that all their secrets were being uncovered.

Another Dominator had taken action, suspected to be from the Church of the Sea God.

The giant "Poseidon" stood blankly in the ocean, forgetting to crush the yacht.

The number was incalculable, blotting out the sky.

Leaving those Saints on the yacht would be akin to placing them in a Dominator battlefield, making it even less safe.

At that moment, the surroundings of the yacht suddenly twisted, like a mirage.

The sea, usually filled with freighters and cruise ships, was now a sheet of white. Dockworkers had ceased their operations, leaving only a few amber xenon lamps to maintain minimal illumination. The containers stood silently, bathed in the dim light.

The yacht, having entered a phantom state, successfully passed through the storm and approached the harbor.

The giant, holding a trident in one hand, lifted the yacht with the other. As soon as I appeared, the yacht's "phantom" state ended, becoming solid.

Seeing the rain of wind blades about to engulf the yacht, a cold snort came from the cabin. In the next moment, the gold-cutting wind blades, whether aimed downwards, to the right, or upwards, changed their trajectories, perfectly avoiding the yacht.

"Something's wrong!" Channing Lu slowly approached and supported Winnie, saying, "Send him back to the office."

Sean Mede stood on top of the lighthouse, gazing at the boundless white sea.

"Woo woo..."

The figure, comparable to a supersonic fighter jet, paused in the low altitude, looking down at the yacht and sea beasts chasing each other below, and pushed his arms upward.

With a sound like a missile launch, a rain of wind blades fell toward the yacht, blocking all paths and covering a radius of seventy meters.

Bewitchment!

A melodious laughter spread through the night. Whether female or male, Dominator or Saint, all showed a look of infatuation.

The one who could manipulate such a large mutated bird must be a Dominator-level Poison Master.

If there's a high-ranking water ghost or Siren on the ship, otherwise, they couldn't perform such exquisite water control with just items. Hmm, if it were a Siren, the White-Scaled Sea Beast would be suppressed and wouldn't dare chase so recklessly, so it must be a water ghost... Sean Mede looked out from afar, watching the thrilling chase on the sea in the night, thinking to himself.

"Shoo, shoo, shoo..."

At the critical moment, Sean reversed the operation, actively controlling the wind to fall. Under the skill of the Tippler, he became flying as a matter of course.

Sean Mede's attack missed, failing to sink the yacht.

Then he reacted, this was New York County Port, the headquarters of the Church of the Sea God. The Siren was the ruler of the sea, and any sea creature in the ocean would be enslaved, manipulated, and suppressed by the Siren.

The speed of the water column was not fast, but the power was extremely heavy, seemingly specifically designed to counter his wind wall.

The tornadoes, each carrying a massive amount of seawater, seemed to hit a phantom, colliding with each other and collapsing into uncontrolled gusts, while the seawater turned into a downpour.

Countless mutated birds had their wings severed by the wind blades and plunged into the sea, their stinking blood staining the surface red.

Behind the yacht, huge bodies covered in mottled scales appeared and disappeared in the seawater, sometimes rising above the surface, sometimes hiding in the waves, chasing the double-decker yacht.

The yacht was struck by a lightning bolt and submerged in a sea of electric light. Standing on the top of the tower, Sean Mede looked in the direction of the sound and saw a swarm of firefly-like red lights surging between the sea and sky, almost occupying half the sky.

"No," Winnie waved her hand, "Please let me rest in place for seventeen minutes. My head hurts so much that I can't think calmly."

ps: Fix typos later.

"Prepare to hunt!" Sean Mede heard Knight Xiasuo's deep voice coming from the headset.

That was still the Tippler's skill, distorting distance, turning real distance into nothing, and directly sending the Saints to the shore.

At this moment, a gust of wind swept in from the direction of the port, colliding with the oncoming sea breeze, creating small tornadoes.

I don't know if a demigod is watching this side, I don't know how many Dominators are secretly watching... Sean Mede patiently watched, waiting for an opportunity.

She staggered, held onto the iron cylinder to steady herself, bowed her head, and blood tears poured down.

"Distortion Realm!"

Sean Mede said nothing and rushed out the door, heading to the destination.

Considering that there was an astrologer from the Dark Night Rose in the support team, the means of concealment should be a "Night Wander" item unless something unexpected happens, and a high-quality one.

In the state of Night Wander, I perfectly blended into the darkness, and no one could find me.

"Boom!"

The blood tears were still flowing from her eye sockets, staining her fair and beautiful face red, with an indescribable sense of tragic beauty.

The tall lighthouse stood quietly in the night, and its light flickered with a certain frequency.

Tippler profession, Dominator stage skill.

As the largest official organization in the Free Federation, Punisher will mobilize satellites and naval fleets to search for smuggling ships. In terms of the methods of The Way of the Extraordinary, wind mages patrol in the air, and Sirens from the Church of the Sea God patrol in the sea, but neither has found a smuggling ship from the seventh district.

A Dominator-level Tippler was hidden in the cabin.

"Poseidon" held up the yacht in his palm and was about to crush the evil profession and the hull together when suddenly, a silver bell-like laugh rang out.

This skill will distort reality, turning the real into the illusory, and order into chaos. Everything positive will become the opposite.

At the same time, waves surged on the sea, and a ten-meter-high water column shot up, forcefully colliding with Sean Mede, who was falling.

Catherine, the Vice President of the Hunter Guild, the seventh Dominator, appeared.

The water only reached my waist.

After flying back into the sky, Sean Mede took a deep breath and lifted his palms upward with force.

The first to break free from the bewitchment was Sean Mede. Sound needs to travel through the air, and for a wind mage, blocking laughter was too simple.

As the time reached 11:15, Sean Mede, standing on the top floor and possessing night vision, saw a tall wave rising from the horizon, carrying a double-decker yacht, escaping towards the shore.

The other party obviously had unusual concealment methods, which could erase both traces and aura.

Without the slightest hesitation, I immediately controlled the wind and flew towards the distant sea, while waving a rain of wind blades, slashing towards the approaching flock of birds.

In the deep night sky, a tiny figure rushed from the organization towards the white ocean. The wind I stirred up caused ripples on the sea.

But in the next moment, we appeared at the port dock. The orderly Saints ambushing in the organization all saw this scene, but no one took action, silently watching the chase, as if waiting for a result.

The seventh Dominator!

Including monsters created by Abberants.

In Catherine's melodious laughter, the red light quickly approached. I could see that it was a sparse flock of birds, with scarlet eyes, a two-meter wingspan, covered in steel-like white feathers, and claws with a pale metallic luster in the moonlight.

A white dress came through the air, just appeared when still in the extremely remote, with the laughter of silver bell, the blink of an eye appears at the edge of the port.

To this day, the duration of Night Wander has been counted in "days". I will maintain this state for several days and nights. If I wear the Soulbound item Moon, the duration will be even longer.

About a dozen seconds, you said urgently:

Just then, the sea suddenly bulged, as if a huge monster was stirring up waves from below. Then a hundred-meter-high giant drilled out of the seabed. It was formed of seawater, its face blurred, vaguely a rough woman with a beard, holding a trident, like the sea god Poseidon in myths and legends.

Mutated monsters? Seeing the White-Scaled Sea Beast, Sean Mede subconsciously thought it was a monster summoned by the evil camp. At this time, the sky and earth suddenly darkened, and a thick lightning bolt descended from the sky, directly hitting the yacht. More than a dozen figures jumped out of the yacht and into the sea.

Winnie pressed the crystal ball with her left hand, staring into the void with a scattered gaze, and swiped her right hand in the void, writing on a panel that only she could see: Heaven is unfair!

The ocean is the domain of the Siren, where the Tippler's "Distortion Realm" is also suppressed.

Seeing the water column about to hit Sean Mede, I suddenly rose into the air, controlling the wind to rush into the night sky.

The entire sea area was erased out of thin air. New York County Port.

Sean Mede's expression changed slightly. Although wind mages possessed air supremacy, speed, and suppression in the sky domain, such a large flock of birds could still pose a fatal threat to me if I was surrounded.

The White-Scaled Sea Beast was the work of the Church of the Sea God. The double-decker yacht was the real target.

The two sides chased each other. The double-decker yacht floated on the crest of the waves, nearly being caught by the sea beast several times, but always miraculously avoided the dangerous attacks, never being destroyed by the sea beast.

The other orderly Saints lurked in various ports, or hid in factories far from the port, waiting for Sean Mede's signal, ready to go.

After Sean Mede's figure disappeared through the door, Winnie moaned sadly, her eyes closed tightly, and tears of bright red blood streamed down. "Mede, come down!"

This was obtained from Gou Mang, the Way of the Extraordinary ID of the Jealous God General of the Soldier Sect.

Now that the Dominators of the orderly camp have taken action, I don't need to fish anymore.

A series of thick tornadoes rose from the sea, reaching into the clouds, carrying hundreds of tons of seawater, seemingly bloated and slow, but in fact moving extremely slowly towards the canoe-like yacht.

"New York County Port, eighth port, eighty degrees east by south, there is a boat in the sea!"

You were deprived of your eyesight by the "Eye of the Sky", lost your perception of the outside world, and this deprivation is rule-based, and no item can compensate or replace your vision.

However, without waiting for the Chief Executive Officer of the Punisher to attack the yacht, a large number of sparse wing flapping sounds came from the night sky.

The Yin-cold voice came again from the yacht, then, Sean Mede, who was clearly a hundred feet in the air, suddenly fell into the ocean.

The Dominator-level Tippler directly reversed the rules, but flying became falling.