The tower ship was extremely sturdy. Even after Tang Luo sent it flying with a slap, it remained intact; even the mast on its deck had not snapped.
"All personnel! Assemble here and squat down!"
Meng Tian remained kneeling on the ground as he issued the order.
The terracotta soldiers that had been about to attack immediately stopped, leaving the road and gathering together. A dark mass of them squatted down with their hands over their heads, looking exceptionally practiced.
There was no doubt that although Xu Fu had made an imposing entrance and seemed to hold a higher position than Meng Tian—
In reality, Meng Tian's military authority was unquestionably greater than Xu Fu's. One was a general, the other an alchemist; there was a vast difference between them.
At Meng Tian's command, the terracotta soldiers merely watched Xu Fu get beaten without moving a muscle.
The terracotta soldiers did not move, but Xu Fu could not possibly remain still.
The tower ship that had been knocked over began to sway. An unknown black liquid spread across the deck and flowed down the hull.
Not only that, the ship's sides suddenly split open, revealing four openings. They were not damage; though they were on the hull, the splits felt more like wounds on some living creature.
They also resembled gaping mouths.
Arms grew from each opening. The four arms looked no different from human arms, but they had the color of corpses and were so emaciated they could be described as skin and bones.
The four arms braced themselves against the ground like the tower ship's legs.
Then, the tower ship began to "run." A ship had grown four arms and was using them to race across the earth.
The sight was ridiculous, yet it carried a bizarre horror