Reunion with Beianqi

Faced with the situation, Su Ming had only one choice left. He raised his hand. "Zombie Reversal · Simplified Version!"

Dark ripples spread outward from the necromancer, and black smoke poured from the zombie crewmen. They waved their arms wildly, and some even lunged at Su Ming faster. But as they advanced, their hands melted and their legs broke, sending them tumbling to the floor.

Then their rib cages collapsed, releasing a pungent liquid that quickly filled the entire cabin with a foul smell.

Su Ming had spent so much time repairing the White Triangle that he did not have much Magic Power to spare. He was glad he had not been too proud to carefully memorize the spell formula Zijin had written specifically for him.

The scholar had weakened the reversal spell's range and intensity, but had also greatly reduced its casting requirements.

Souls rose one after another from the melting zombies. They were not undead in the strictest sense, but mutated living beings. Only now were they truly freed.

For Su Ming as he was now, reading the memories of the dead no longer required a spell. He extended his senses to interact with the dead, and fragmented images flashed through his mind in rapid succession.

Three days earlier, the Five Fangs had been attacked by several pirate ships that had overestimated themselves, with large numbers of orcs among their crews. The Five Fangs had easily routed them and intercepted one of the ships. The pirates aboard had promptly surrendered, but when the Five Fangs approached to accept their surrender, Yexiya had suddenly appeared.

The gap in strength between the two sides had been enormous. The combatants aboard the Five Fangs had fought bravely, but had been no match for her.

The memories were fragmented, and their perspectives