This feeling was awful.
A dignified Seventh Tier powerhouse and the captain of a fishing vessel from Demon Port, Don had seen his share of great winds and waves. Yet after arriving here, he had somehow become a complete novice, hampered at every turn.
Before this.
Don had always looked down on the Awakened of the Supernatural World's surface.
He believed they were all hothouse flowers.
"Starry Sea is a man's romance. The sailors who brave the Nether Sea are the true heroes."
"The surface?"
"What storms have they ever seen?"
"What do they know?"
"The surface has forbidden zones too? So what?"
"Do they dare go there?"
"I fucking live right beside the Nether Sea, the greatest forbidden zone of them all, and I go out fishing every day!"
"Do I have anything to be proud of?"
Those were Don's thoughts.
But then...
Ever since he encountered Liu Yuanyuan and Jiang Qiao, he had been getting slapped in the face almost the entire way.
Compared to those two.
He was the ignorant clown.
The corpses surged toward them.
There were ordinary Ghost Slaves, special Ghost Slaves, and Evolvers among them.
The hall was only so large.
Surrounded from all sides, there was nowhere to hide. They could only attack frenziedly and do their best to cut the creatures down.
Don went all out as well.
Chill raged through the air, blowing out a visible layer of white frost.
Within the frost.
Faces of the dead appeared one after another.
Those faces.
They looked like fresh faces peeled from severed heads and hung in midair.
The moment they appeared.
The faces immediately pounced on the approaching Ghost Slaves.
They covered the creatures' faces.
The covered Ghost Slaves instantly seemed to have encountered a Ghost Wall and began spinning in