Nan Fusheng: Xinglan, I Want To...

"Bastards! You two damned brats! Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

Tang Sang's corpse fell into the sea, drawing countless ferocious Sea Soul Beasts that surged forward like a black tide.

The sounds of sharp teeth tearing through flesh rose and fell. In the span of a few breaths, that broken body had been ripped to pieces. Only those venomous eyes remained floating on the water, staring fixedly at the two figures on the deck.

Yet the Spirit Skill he had unleashed—Sea Cucumber Descent—had not dissipated.

The massive phantom loomed over the cruise ship like a dark cloud, the Sea Cucumber Trident in its palm gleaming with an eerie, ghostly light. Its face twisted and warped, and dark green venom seeped from every wrinkle. That was the boiling corrosive power of the Metal-Eating Ant Emperor.

"Final form of Sea Cucumber Descent—Never Return!" The hoarse roar made the air hum. The trident was hurled with vicious force, transforming into a streak of black light that tore through space as it shot straight toward Ye Xinglan.

Ye Xinglan's pupils contracted sharply. She could feel that black light carrying all of Tang Sang's Spiritual Power, locking onto her aura as tightly as chains.

She wanted to summon the Stargod Sword to defend herself, but found her meridians completely drained—her desperate sword strike earlier had not only burned through all her Soul Power, but reduced her Three-word Battle Armor to dust. At that moment, she was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, unable even to lift a finger.

"This is bad... I can't dodge this!" A broken whisper escaped her throat. Her nails dug deep into her palms, yet she could not feel the pain.

The shadow of death washed over her like a tide, until a