"Token Master, you mean these bastards are all empty shells?"
Zhou Xuan nodded, his tone dripping with disdain.
"A scare tactic. They split a single force into hundreds of portions to make themselves look like a mighty army. If it came to a real fight, these rotten skeletons couldn't even withstand one slap from you."
Zhou Xuan turned toward the White Bone Altar, his voice abruptly rising.
"You turtle hiding down there with your head tucked in, am I right?"
With the truth exposed, the black-robed leader at the center of the Altar jerked his head up.
His hood slipped off completely, revealing a shriveled, twisted face.
There were no eyes on that face, only two deeply sunken black holes flickering with intense bloody light.
The leader opened a mouth with nothing left but gums and let out overlapping, hoarse voices that did not belong to a human.
Hundreds of people spoke at once, the voices of men and women, young and old, mingling into an unbearably piercing cacophony.
"Arrogant ant. So what if you saw through it? The power within this shell is enough to tear you apart. Hand over the Supreme One Token!"
The overlapping voices stirred a violent undercurrent across the seabed.
The blood-colored runes on the White Bone Altar blazed, their dazzling red light staining the surrounding seawater crimson.
Hundreds of black-robed figures rose simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized, mechanical and stiff.
They raised their withered arms, aiming their palms at the Immortal Court Prison Ship.
Hundreds of murky black Light Pillars gathered in their palms, ready to fire at any moment.
The already terrifying pressure climbed once more, almost crushing the Prison Ship's light barrier outright.
Old Ancestor Cangwu tightened his grip on his longsword, ready to fight for his life.
Old Ancestor Xuanming shrank