"Take Uncle down to rest," Bailuo blessed his senior sister, as he quickly approached and took control of the ship's helm: "I'll steer."
"Please wait."
Alaya started to transform the battleship beneath everyone's feet, the original metal structure began to be replaced by wooden materials, and even its size was significantly reduced.
The Ark of Alaya was originally a steel behemoth, but Bailuo did not know how to pilot such a ship, so for his convenience, Alaya specifically transformed it into an ark from the era of myths, making it much more intuitive for Bailuo to control and fitting for the current situation.
"Very good."
Bailuo patted the helm, indeed, he was more familiar with this ancient style: "Sherri."
"Master, I can't see the road ahead."
"Can we only rely on ourselves?"
The Flood did not seal everyone's powers, but through some means, it used the power of the Flood to neutralize the Miracle Power of the people.
