âWho are you people?â A woman asked.
âDonât bother asking. Heâs definitely William Rockefellerâs son. I didnât think heâd manage to get through
the deadly trap. We even ended up meeting here,â Yukita Ganbe said.
The womanâs eyes lit up. âIn that case⦠Should we ask them to come onto our boat? Things arenât
going well here. Itâd be good to help each other out,â she said.
âSince they managed to survive until now, their capabilities mustnât be too bad, â she added.
âIdiot!â Yukita promptly yelled.
âListen!â he added.
âListen to what?!â
The woman was stunned.
âThe ghostâs growling seems to be getting closer and closer. If my estimations are right, that should be
a ghost king, equivalent to a Nascent Soul cultivator. We are hopeless against a ghost king. Itâs all the
better that they are in front of us. Hehe! When the time comes, theyâll distract the ghost king, and weâll
use the opportunity to escape,â Yukita explained.
A few people from Divine Blood nodded too. Nobody was willing to fight the ghost king.
Trevon Lambert and the others had also thought about a scenario like this.
âRockefeller, quick. Slow the boat down. Let their boat go first and distract the enemy, or weâll become
the ghost kingâs appetizers!â Trevon yelled at the top of his voice.
Naturally, Alex Rockefeller wouldnât feel sorry for the deaths of Blood Cultâs people. However, this time,
he instantly nodded.
In the next second, Alex reached for lightning bolts with his hand and fiercely flung them against the
resentful spirits beneath their boat.
Boom! Boom!
After that, Freya Mayer, Dorothy Assex, and the others also joined in to slaughter the resentful spirits.
âAhh?! Branch Master, theyâre killing the resentful spirits. Their boat is slowing down!â shouted one of
the Divine Bloodâs experts.
Immediately after that, they too began slaughtering the resentful spirits.
The Blood Cultâs people utilized blood in their attacks. Meanwhile, the blood riverâs existence actually
boosted their offensive powers.
With over a dozen of them joining the fight, their might was something to behold.
Unfortunately, Alexâs ultimate lightning skills and Freyaâs six-pointed, star-shaped formation were too
powerful. The resentful spirits underneath their boat were killed in large quantities, slowing down the
boat significantly. Even if new resentful spirits floated up to push the boat, there would be a time lag
before they could come in.
âHaha!â
âWeâre slowing down. Weâll be falling behind very soon!â
âLet them become the object of sacrifice. Even if Blood Cultâs people die, thatâs justice on earth for the
terrible things theyâve done!â
Darven Mikail started laughing loudly. However, in the next second, people from the Blood Cult actually
tossed something at them.
Boom!
A loud explosion ensued. Water pillars ten meters in height rose from the blood river.
A bomb had actually gone off.
âD*mn!â
âThese jerks are truly awful!â
Immediately after that, there was a series of booming explosions in the blood river. Waves crashed in
the air. Although such physical explosions were useless against resentful spirits, they could speed up
the boatâs movement.
Not long after that, the boat Alex and the others were on drifted further apart from the Blood Cultâs boat
again. Right then, it would be too late, even if they wanted to slow down.
âHurry, look! â
A tall tower appeared before them.
No, it was only half a tower. With only one-half remaining, its other side was gone. It was as if
somebody had sliced it in half with a sword.
Meanwhile, a crystal-clear coffin that was attached to eight thick chains dangled in mid-air. The ghastly
growling sounds had come from within this coffin.
In the next moment, three chains with hooks extended from the half-remaining tower and grappled the
coffin boat that Alex and the others were on.
Shuffle⦠Shuffle⦠Shuffleâ¦