Panic Among the Crowd

Wu Heng reached out and grabbed. From the green water outside the ship, where ghosts howled and wailed, hundreds of evil ghosts were plucked from thin air. With a shake of his hand, all the inferior souls among them scattered, melting into the snowflakes and turning into Soul Bricks.

Only six relatively powerful ones remained.

With a thought from him, the red snow covering the five people immediately transformed into active matter, granting them enhancement at the peak Cursed Disciple level.

The evil ghosts were then dissolved by the same crimson matter, turning into six pools of eerie liquid.

The liquid trembled constantly, as though it were afraid.

Five of the pools merged into the five people and vanished. A layer of strange, chilling aura surfaced around each of them, making them different from ordinary people.

If an ordinary person stood before them, they would immediately feel fear.

Including Ah-yeon, the six of them had completely become Wu Heng's fear believers. If he wished, he could alter their wills with a single thought. These links had passively formed along with their fear of Wu Heng.

As a reward, Wu Heng would not interfere with their wills.

He reached out with his left hand again. A clump of blood floss condensed, formed into special symbols carrying an alteration ritual, and shot into the final pool of eerie liquid.

Wu Heng took out an ordinary thumb-length porcelain bottle, collected the liquid inside, and floated it before Ah-yeon.

"Whoever drinks it will gain power. I'm handing this thing over to you; after that, it will have nothing to do with me."

"Do you have any other questions? If not, I'll send you away from here!" Wu Heng said.

The five familiarized themselves with their strengthened bodies, their faces unable to hide their excitement.