Their suspicious gazes fell upon Zhou Yuanhao.
It was as though they were questioning Zhou Yuanhao, "This is the terrifying weapon capable of killing two Imperial Lords?"
"Something is wrong. Something must have gone wrong somewhere." Zhou Yuanhao's expression was exceptionally grave.
"Something major must have happened."
"I think we should go over there."
He believed that something had likely happened to the Netherferry Ship, this Imperial Rank weapon, causing it to slip from Ling Mei and the others' control.
If he acted, could he seize control of the Netherferry Ship?
Even if he could not truly take control of it, merely controlling it and sending it drifting into the boundless universe would be excellent.
"Be my guest." Ao Xuan spoke indifferently. He even stepped aside to make way for Zhou Yuanhao.
As for himself, there was absolutely no chance he would go.
Hadn't he seen that Ling Mei and the others had already fled?
He counted them. More than eighty Ghost Race Emperor Ranks had entered just now, already a number comparable to the publicly known Emperor Ranks of the Immortal Realm.
And how many Ghost Race members had escaped from the Netherferry Ship now?
Fewer than ten.
The number was still increasing, but not by much—only one or two scattered individuals at a time.
What fate had befallen the remaining Ghost Race Emperor Ranks?
It was easy to imagine.
He felt that Zhou Yuanhao was far too greedy. "The Human Race has guts as big as the sky, which is why they lost control of the Immortal Realm."
Zhou Yuanhao's actions were not swayed by Ao Xuan's will. He was considering whether this was feasible.
He felt there was risk, but he could not make up his mind...
"If I could advance one more step, I might be