"This bone boat is not cast from ordinary bones." Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes as he watched the bone boat breaking through the water. It was over ten zhang high, about forty to fifty zhang wide, and over two hundred zhang long. It was somewhat larger than a flying warship, and several ghost-head cannons were mounted on it.
A considerable number of ghosts were distributed across the giant bone boat, dominated by Golden Core level ghosts. There were no fewer than a dozen Nascent Soul level ghost cultivators on the deck, among whom several had already reached the realm of late-stage ghost kings.
The aura of the giant bone boat's keel even gave Lu Xiaotian and the others a hair-raising sensation. "A keel refined from the bones of a thirteenth-tier ghost!"
"Fellow Daoist Lu, our vital energy has been heavily consumed, and our combat power is six or seven parts gone. In this battle, only Fellow Daoist Lu can lead the vanguard," Mu Feng Niansang said, looking at Lu Xiaotian. Under normal circumstances, how would they fear the ghosts on this bone boat? It was just that the ghost-head cannons on this bone boat were no small matter, and they had flown tens of thousands of li over the black water without even a moment to catch their breath. Only Xiahou Dunfeng and Mu Feng Niansang still retained relatively more combat power, after all, the two of them had the most formidable strength. The other demon cultivators and great cultivators had all suffered drastic reductions in strength.
"A rotting ship still has three thousand nails. Although your losses in strength are not small, your backup methods are not something ordinary great cultivators can compare to. The keel of this giant bone boat is cast from the bones of a thirteenth-tier