665 Come on!

Come!

The Great Wing Warship and the Desolate Spirit Warship raced across the vast sea. Without any surprise, the Desolate Spirit Warship rapidly closed in with its astonishing speed, leaving only several dozen li between the two vessels.

Ye Qin could already clearly sense the Desolate Spirit Ghost Lord's aura growing stronger and stronger. However, he was now an eighth-level Nascent Soul cultivator, no longer the low-level cultivator he had once been. The Ghost Lord's pressure had almost no effect on him.

Standing at the stern, Ye Qin coldly watched the ghostly figure at the bow of the Desolate Spirit Warship grow increasingly distinct.

The Ghost Lord likewise stood at the bow, its face dark as it watched Ye Qin aboard the Great Wing Warship. It was in no pleasant mood. When it had first met this brat, he had only been at the Golden Core stage. It had hunted him down several times, only for him to escape with the Holy Emperor's aid. Yet now, he had somehow reached Nascent Soul Late Stage, nearly equal to itself. Meanwhile, it had remained stuck at Nascent Soul Late Stage all this time, its cultivation unable to advance an inch.

But this brat's streak of good fortune ended here. It commanded over a hundred Nascent Soul ghost cultivators, its strength formidable to the extreme. Even if the Holy Emperor were here, he would absolutely be no match for it. Capturing a mere Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator would be as easy as turning over its hand.

"Brat, you certainly run fast! You're heading south—are you trying to flee to the Southern Demon Continent? I presume all your top-grade spirit treasures are on you!"

The Ghost Lord's black-robed figure flickered in and out amid the ghostly mist. Victory was already in its grasp,