"Dog bastard! I'll fuck your Dragon Clan's ancestors for eighteen generations!"
On the Black-Iron Warship, the bearded cultivator's eyes were bloodshot as he slammed a fist against the railing, sending wood splinters flying. The cultivators behind him erupted as well, curses and roars blending together, yet unable to break through that icy barrier.
The Dragon Clan elder curled his lips into a cruel smile and raised a hand.
The Bloody Lightning along the inner wall of the barrier suddenly surged. Several arcs struck the ground, and the sparks they scattered brushed a cultivator's robe, instantly burning a charred hole through it.
"Curse all you want." His voice was calm, yet filled with bone-piercing chill. "Three thousand cultivators—ever since you set foot in Yunlai City, you were already dry bones in a grave."
His words were like a basin of icy water, extinguishing everyone's fury and leaving behind only utter despair.
Someone collapsed onto the ground, muttering, "No wonder... no wonder we hadn't seen a single Dragon Clan cultivator along the way. So we were the prey all along."
"No!" Someone suddenly rose with a howl, pointing at the Miasma-Guard Talisman at his waist, which had long since lost its luster. "It's this damned talisman! The Obstacle-Breaking Talisman the Dragon Clan gave us!"
He tore off the talisman and clenched it fiercely in his hand. "I noticed something was wrong before and tried to take a detour out of here, but the moment I turned around, Dragon Clan members blocked my path! This talisman was never meant to guard against miasma—it's a tracker!"
Those words instantly woke everyone up.
"No wonder those who never entered the ghost ship trap vanished without a trace. They were located by these talismans and hunted down one by one!"
"What a vicious scheme! From the