Nan Fusheng: Xinglan, I Want...

"You bastards! You two little brats deserve to die! Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

Tang Sang's corpse fell into the sea, drawing countless ferocious Sea Soul Beasts that surged forward like a black tide.

The sound of sharp teeth tearing through flesh rose and fell. Within moments, the mangled body had been ripped to pieces. Only those venomous eyes remained floating on the surface, glaring fixedly at the two figures on the deck.

Yet the Soul Skill he had unleashed, Sea Cucumber Descent, had not dissipated.

The enormous phantom loomed over the cruise ship like a dark cloud, the Sea Cucumber Trident in its palm giving off an underworld-like glow. Its face twisted grotesquely, and dark green venom seeped from every wrinkle. That was the corrosive power of the Gold-Eating Ant Emperor boiling within it.

"Sea Cucumber Descent Final Form—Never Return!" The hoarse roar made the air buzz. The trident was hurled fiercely forward, turning into a black streak that ripped through space as it shot straight toward Ye Xinglan.

Ye Xinglan's pupils abruptly contracted. She could feel that the black light carried all of Tang Sang's spiritual power, locking onto her presence as tightly as chains.

She wanted to summon the Stargod Sword to defend herself, only to discover that her meridians had long since been emptied. That desperate sword strike just now had not only burned through all her Soul Power, but even reduced her Three-Word Battle Armor to dust. At this moment, she was as weak as a guttering candle in the wind, unable to lift even a finger.

"This is bad, I can't dodge this!" A broken whisper escaped her throat. Her nails dug deeply into her palm, yet she could not feel any pain.

The shadow of death washed over