Three tiers of systems

Hawkins had already thrown the bodies of Os and his companion overboard.

But the golden nets closing around them had blocked the two bodies and knocked them back onto the deck, leaving blood everywhere.

The blood was a glaring scarlet, enough to make the man's eyelid twitch.

They needed a guide to reach the Feast Sea.

The Void Hunters' deal with Tao Sen had been to keep Os alive, and even recruit him into the Plundering Empire.

Though the Plundering Empire had a poor reputation in the Dream Realm, it was the most united of all the factions. Its members cultivated the same art, their countless hearts beating as one, drawing no distinction between themselves and others.

One could say that the Plundering Empire was a Great Unity World.

Once they recruited Os, he would be their brother, as close as their own flesh and blood.

Now, however, Os's death had reduced everything to empty talk. Their guide was dead, and they could no longer reach the Feast Sea.

As Hawkins had said earlier, deploying hundreds of millions of people meant enormous expenses with every move. Their rations alone amounted to an astronomical sum, so they had set out determined to secure the Feast Sea.

"Very good. I know plenty of people have no fear of death, but I'll let you experience a punishment more terrifying than death." The man gave a sinister, wrathful smile.

Hawkins asked in puzzlement, "Why are you so certain I'm the killer when there are so many people here?"

"Don't tell me you think I can't see those ridiculous... toys around you?" the man sneered.

Though Hawkins was bound in golden threads, curse power swords surrounded him, making him look like a flower in full bloom. But the swords had neither visible form nor trace,