Zhou Deng wiped the sweat from his face.
He looked left at Fang Shiming, wreathed in a blue-black, sinister wind, then right at Ghost Douluo, who carried the Ghost Coffin on his shoulder. Finally, he looked up at Lin Cheng's incorporeal figure and at Yang Jian and Ye Zhen beside him, both braced for a formidable enemy.
Faced with this clash of titans, Zhou Deng gave a couple of awkward chuckles and cracked a joke.
"Uh... did I come at a bad time? How about you guys keep talking, and I head out?"
"Your timing is perfect," Lin Cheng said calmly.
Hearing the instruction, Zhou Deng immediately dropped his joking demeanor, scrambled to his feet, and hurried over to Lin Cheng.
"Boss Lin, it's all up to you now. I brought the Ghost Tide." Zhou Deng's expression turned solemn.
The instant his words fell.
The immense paranormal power within Zhou Deng, carrying the briny stench of seawater, left his body outright. It turned into a streak of deep-blue light and merged without resistance into Lin Cheng's incorporeal figure.
Normally, the Thief Ghost's paranormal power could never steal power on Lin Cheng's level, much less touch its paranormal source.
But the task Lin Cheng had previously assigned Zhou Deng had been far too dangerous.
To give Zhou Deng more options, Lin Cheng had used a special paranormal item in conjunction with the Thief Ghost's ability before he set out.
He had voluntarily transferred the vast majority of the Ghost Tide's paranormal power into Zhou Deng.
Even if Zhou Deng's Thief Ghost could unleash less than a tenth of the Ghost Tide's power, that was enough to keep him alive in a desperate situation.
And now, the Ghost Tide had finally returned in full!
Lin Cheng flexed his wrists, producing crisp cracks