The Remaining Hope

Chapter 671: The Remaining Hope

Reaching the center of the altar, Ashi Ti was ready for the sacrifice.

Ashi Ti was far wealthier than Liu Zhi, casually pulling out equipment of various grades and tossing them directly into the flames at the altar's center.

The few ordinary Fishmen, disguised as Bloodbone Fishmen, had already been beheaded, their blood flowing along the small channels on the altar into the flames.

Liu Zhi could even see a phantom image of the seabed behind the flames.

It appeared to be a Ghost Ship adorned with many corpses. The ship was at least seven hundred meters long, with corpses hanging all over its surface.

On the ship's deck, numerous Fishmen with blood-colored patterns were scurrying about. It was clear they were the ship's true masters.

Upon seeing the condition of the ship, Liu Zhi couldn't help but exclaim, "Close to legendary."

Ashi Ti glanced at Liu Zhi with some surprise. "You can tell the ship's quality?"

"Level 8 Shipwright, you know how it is," Liu Zhi said proudly.

Ashi Ti certainly understood. A level 8 Shipwright meant Liu Zhi was just one step away from being a legendary Shipwright. He quickly asked, "What's missing?"

"For legendary ships, perhaps there will be news about their history and legends if you wait."

Hearing Liu Zhi's words, Ashi Ti didn't say anything further. He simply made a mental note of Liu Zhi's situation, as coastal cities would always have a demand for ships.

Without further ado, Liu Zhi took a step forward, extending his hands holding Pandora's Box into the fire.

At this moment, Ashi Ti and some green-skinned Warlocks began chanting spells.

Liu Zhi felt that under the incantations, a portion of space seemed to open up. Simultaneously, all the aura around him was unable to