"What's wrong?"

Hong Ji-ge's reaction was always the fastest, rushing forward a few steps to stand before Xiahou Aotian.

This scion of a noble family, who fancied himself the protagonist, now had a bloodless face, a blank stare, and lingering fear in his eyes, as if he hadn't recovered from the fright.

This made everyone both curious and solemn; whatever was in the sea must be terrifying to scare a delusional person like this.

Freedom Eagle, Yunmeng, and Xia Shu Zhi Lian quietly tensed their muscles.

Facing the solemn gaze of his companions, Xiahou Aotian took a deep breath and said:

"The seabed is full of sunken ships, and in the center of the sunken ships is a particularly large ship, about four or five times the size of our ship. Those sunken ships surround this large ship, forming a very strange array. Although the robot's searchlight has limited range, I couldn't see the whole picture of the array, but I can be sure that there is indeed a large array on the seabed."

"That array is very strange. I've never seen it before. It's extremely difficult to crack."

"Nonsense, that's an array set up by ancient cultivators. They have a lineage, and their array-laying skills are definitely higher than The Way of the Extraordinary. It's the difference between intermediate math and advanced math," Zhang Yuanqing said. "Then what?"

If that was all, it wouldn't have scared Xiahou Aotian like this. Xiahou Aotian said in a low voice:

"I piloted the underwater robot to the central ship of the array to investigate. Just as the robot approached, I suddenly saw a woman in white seemingly floating out of the cabin and disappearing in a flash. I quickly adjusted the camera angle to chase after that white shadow, but I couldn't find it no matter what. But then I discovered...discovered..."

Speaking of this, his face turned ugly: "I discovered that the seabed was full of war-dead corpses. There were thousands upon thousands of them, standing on the seabed, standing at the bow, looking up at me, with pairs of lifeless, white eyes..." Hong Ji-ge and the others imagined the scene, and a chill ran down their spines.

Yin Ji and Zhang Yuanqing, as Night Watchers, kept their composure. They were already used to it. Xiahou Aotian continued:

"They seem to have transformed into water ghosts or Yin corpses, but they didn't attack me."

"The underwater robot continued the investigation of the big ship and suddenly I saw a woman's face. She didn't know when she had swam up to me. And then the connection was cut off. Damn it, scared me to death!"

After listening, Yin Ji said in a serious tone:

"Don't go into the water. The water is full of water ghosts. Falling into the water is a one-in-ten chance of survival. Let's hurry across this sea." Hong Ji-ge and Xia Shu Zhi Lian's faces turned ugly. They didn't have the ability to fly, nor were they Night Watchers. This ship under their feet was their only reliance. Xiahou Aotian glanced at the two of them, raised his chin:

"I have several jetpacks. If you two beg me, as the protagonist, I will definitely be kind enough to help you... Well, the jetpacks have limited power, and they can't fly to Yueshan Island. I'm sorry, I can't help you." Hong Ji-ge's mouth twitched. "So what's the point of you saying all this nonsense?"

Zhang Yuanqing carefully pondered. Currently, it was certain that falling into the sea would likely be a dead end. Then their next task was to protect this warship and successfully land on Yueshan Island. Another possibility was to actively enter the water and have a great battle with the water ghost army.

If they chose the wrong option, they would be wiped out in minutes. The error tolerance rate of an S-level dungeon was too low. This was where the importance of a walkthrough was highlighted. He voiced his thoughts. Yin Ji said in a hoarse voice:

"There's no need to think about it. The decryption aspect of Transcendence-level dungeons is more important than combat, but in the Saint Realm, combat is the main theme. Many crises can only be solved by brute force. The strong live and the weak die. This is very cruel." This was said to Zhang Yuanqing; he was the only one who had just entered the Saint Realm. "Thanks for the information!" Zhang Yuanqing accepted Yin Ji's kindness.

"Now this ship is our only reliance. The water ghost army at the bottom of the sea gives me a very strange feeling. Let's cross the sea as soon as possible. Hopefully, nothing unexpected will happen." Xiahou Aotian turned and walked towards the stern, his steps hurried.

Suddenly, he stopped again and said: "Let me do a divination to see if we can successfully reach Yueshan Island. This is much more accurate than the astrologer's astrology." The Saints present immediately looked at him with anticipation.

Xiahou Aotian loved this feeling of being the center of attention. With a smug look, he took out a palm-sized, old turtle shell from his inventory, covered the front and back openings of the turtle shell with both hands, and shook it vigorously. As he shook, the patterns on the turtle shell lit up, shining brightly.

"So many props..." Even Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but sigh at this scene. He thought, "The Scholar profession can actually form a The Way of the Extraordinary family? That's just unreasonable. Don't the major organizations want to rob Scholar families?"

But then he thought that The Way of the Extraordinary families had the support of the Five Elements Alliance and the Taiyi Sect, which made sense. Once they became vassals of the imperial court and paid tribute regularly, these troubles would naturally disappear. At this time, Xiahou Aotian stopped, and the light from the turtle shell patterns dimmed. Under the eager expectations of everyone, he carefully poured out three copper coins.

Xiahou Aotian's face changed drastically upon seeing this.

"How is it?" Hong Ji-ge asked anxiously when he saw that his expression was off.

"An extremely ominous omen!" Xiahou Aotian raised his head and looked back at his companions, saying word by word: "I divined whether everyone could successfully land..." A chill rose from the Saints' spines, bringing a scalp-tingling sense of horror.

"So the probability of us falling into the water together is very high. I'm a Night Watcher and have the Yin-Yang Robe to protect me, so the danger is lower. But Hong Ji-ge and Xia Shu Zhi Lian, who aren't good swimmers, are probably..." Zhang Yuanqing quietly activated his Star Eyes and looked towards the two of them.

He saw that the dark clouds between their eyes had dissipated quite a bit, replaced by scarlet blood light. This meant that their mortality rate was extremely high, higher than others.

Yin Ji glanced at Yuan Shi Tianzun and said softly:

"The stars and astrological signs are bound to display the worst outcome, there is no way it can show a good omen."

She had also seen the faces of Hong Ji-ge and Xia Shu Zhi Lian. This was hinting to me not to speak carelessly, because panicking the troops before a battle was a terrible thing. Zhang Yuanqing instantly understood Yin Ji's meaning and said: "Let's get the boat moving. Don't waste time. The longer we stay in the sea, the more dangerous we are."

Yin Ji nodded slightly. Yuan Shi Tianzun was a very smart person, and he understood her meaning with just a glance.

At this time, everyone heard a rumble in the distance. The next second, a streak of ghastly green flame streaked across the night sky, illuminating the sea in a ghastly green. [Boom!]

This streak of flame accurately hit the ship, stirring up violent airwaves that tore the ship's superstructure to pieces, sending countless broken pieces of wood flying.

The entire warship suddenly tilted to the side, showing signs of capsizing. The Saints on the deck were caught off guard and fell over each other. Only Yunmeng, with the Wood Demon's superb balance and agility, instantly stabilized her body, her feet rooted on the deck, looking up towards the direction of the attacking fire.

Her pupils rapidly contracted into slits, and her eyeballs turned amber. The eyes of a beast, transformed, gave her night vision.

She saw ships, tens of meters away, that had appeared on the sea at some point. They were connected end to end, forming a tight line of defense on the sea, precisely blocking the Saints' course.

On the decks of the ships stood dense shadows, silently staring at the boat...Boom boom boom...

Cannons were mounted on the ship's sides, spewing out ghastly green flames, launching a second wave of attacks on the ship where the Saints were.

Streaks of meteorite-like green flames streaked across the night sky, whistling as they crashed down. Qinghe tribe girl Yunmeng was greatly alarmed and screamed: "It's coming again! It's ghost ships! The ghost ships are attacking us!"

If this wave of shells hit, their ship would be instantly sunk, and everyone would fall into the sea. Or, if they were unlucky enough to be hit by shells burning with green flames, even the Saints would be in danger.

Hong Ji-ge ran wildly to the ship's side, making lifting motions with his hands.

With a whoosh, clusters of scarlet fireballs instantly condensed, blazing in the air.

He thrust his hands out, and the fireballs rose against the sky to meet the ghastly green fireballs, forming a not-so-accurate interception net. Boom! Boom! Boom!

The mid-air was dazzling with light. Orange-red flames and ghastly green ghost fire intertwined, like gorgeous fireworks. But still, several shells penetrated the protective net and crashed towards the boat.

At the crucial moment, Freedom Eagle rushed to the ship's side, cursing "fuck" while spreading his arms and raising them. With a bang, a water wall more than ten meters high rose up and swallowed the shells.

Whoosh!

Tons upon tons of seawater fell, and the boat bobbed like a piece of flotsam.

The Saints on the deck finally had a chance to catch their breath.

"They appeared. It's the iron chain formation from the Battle of Yueshan. Zhang Hongfan used this trick to defeat the Southern Song navy," Xiahou Aotian said loudly.

"Now is not the time to show off your historical knowledge!" Hong Ji-ge cursed angrily. "The artillery is too dense. I can't stop so many by myself. If a few more rounds come, we're done for." He was running around anxiously.

On the opposite side was an entire fleet, and they only had one ship. Moreover, there were no cannons on the ship, so they were being passively attacked. With the power of the ghost cannons, just two or three shells could sink the small ship under them. Xia Shu Zhi Lian frowned. "Our ship is small, and its speed and turning are fast. How about we go around them?"

"They're not just one ship, it's a fleet. You can't get around all of them. It's like ten people pointing guns at you. No matter how flexible you are, you can't dodge all the bullets, and we don't even have the martial crystals to fight back with." Zhang Yuanqing concentrated and looked into the distance. He sensed a strong Yin Qi from those warships.

"The shadows on the decks aren't people..." Even Yin Ji frowned at this point. As she spoke, artillery fire roared in the distance, and dozens of ghastly green flames rose up, another round of dense fire attack. "Damn it, here it comes again!"

Hong Ji-ge repeated his trick, creating clusters of fireballs half a meter in diameter and pushing them to meet the artillery fire. Xia Shu Zhi Lian took out a large-caliber handgun and fired at the shells for whatever good it would do.

At this time, the Night Watcher's shortcoming of lacking ranged attack skills was revealed. Zhang Yuanqing summoned the Yin-Yang Robe, shook it, and draped it over his shoulders. Then, he aimed his palm at the air and fired fireballs the size of human heads to help Hong Ji-ge intercept the shells.

He saw Xia Shu Zhi Lian's actions and couldn't help but think:

"If Guan Ya's rifle was here, it would be great. With Xia Shu Zhi Lian's insight, she could blow up a shell with one shot... Well, but at the cost of that broken gun, Xia Shu Zhi Lian would probably be the first to die."

Yin Ji summoned spirit servants and manipulated them to turn into Yin wind, trying to change the trajectory of the shells. However, as soon as those spirit servants touched the ghastly green flames, they screamed and turned to ashes.

In just a few seconds, she had lost seven or eight spirit servants. Boom!

At this time, a shell successfully broke through the interception net and crashed heavily on the deck. In an instant, airwaves swept through, broken wood flew, and Zhang Yuanqing and the others were knocked over. Hong Ji-ge, standing at the ship's side, was directly blown out and fell into the sea.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing ignored the pain in his body, rubbed a fireball, and threw it out.

The fireball exploded with a bang. The flames condensed into Hong Ji-ge, wearing shorts and sandals. "Thank you, thank you, I almost drowned."

Hong Ji-ge was extremely grateful.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire ship shook with a bang. Without Hong Ji-ge's interception net, a shell hit the right side of the ship. Immediately, everyone felt the ship begin to slowly tilt. "A hole has been blown in the bottom of the ship! It's going to capsize!" Freedom Eagle rushed to the ship's side, leaned over, and looked down, shouting anxiously in Chinese.

"You can speak Chinese? You banana!" Hong Ji-ge shouted angrily.

"Is this the time to complain about that? I can't carry this team," Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself with a sinking heart. If there was really no other way, he could only jump into the sea.

At this time, the Qinghe tribe girl Yunmeng ran to the ship's side and sprinkled a piece of dark seeds.

The next moment, these seeds adhered to the ship and rapidly grew into vines. The vines, like tentacles, intertwined and entwined, blocking the hole blown out by the artillery.

The tilt of the ship was immediately relieved. Whew.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Yuanqing immediately said:

"The interval between the two artillery strikes is thirty seconds. We don't have time to get around the fleet at all. In a few more rounds, our ship will be destroyed and we'll die. Everyone, take out your trump cards quickly. Now is not the time to hide anything." Xia Shu Zhi Lian said anxiously: "I can only resist eight more waves, and my spiritual power will be exhausted." Everyone looked at each other, at a loss for words for a moment.

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"This is what an S-level dungeon is like?" The slightly chubby Freedom Eagle felt a sense of powerlessness rising in his heart. He had just set sail and encountered such a terrible crisis. "I can fly over," Yin Ji murmured to herself, "but I can only take one teammate at most."

"Moreover, if I take a teammate, my flexibility will be greatly reduced by two-thirds. If I encounter a barrage of artillery fire in the air, the consequences would be unimaginable." Xiahou Aotian gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Give me two minutes!"

After saying that, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he quickly grabbed into the void. In an instant, the light, rustling sound of parts falling to the deck was deafening. There was a long, two-meter-long barrel, ten centimeters in diameter, a half-person-high base, an energy pack engraved with spells, a sight, hinges, and so on.

"Are you going to assemble a cannon on the spot?" Xia Shu Zhi Lian was stunned.

But Xiahou Aotian ignored him. He picked up the heavy base, came to the ship's side, found a fixed nail, and began hammering it.

"That position for mounting the cannon is a bit dangerous..."

Yuan Shi Tianzun's heart stirred, and he took out the Lucky Necklace and threw it over, saying: "Wear this. It can make you lucky." Xiahou Aotian reached out and took it, glanced at Yuan Shi Tianzun with some surprise, did not speak, and continued to work.

At the same time, the sound of artillery fire rang out again. Dozens of ghastly green flames attacked again, like a grand meteor shower, turning the world a ghastly green. Yuan Shi Tianzun, wearing the Yin-Yang Robe, and Hong Ji-ge created clusters of fireballs to intercept the overwhelming artillery fire.

The spirit servants used a Water Ghost prop to assist Freedom Eagle in controlling the sea waves and water walls to swallow a shell.

During this time, another shell hit the bow of the ship, blowing people over, but Xiahou Aotian was lucky enough to avoid the impact of the airwaves and assembled the cannon in an orderly manner. Finally, after experiencing seven rounds of artillery fire in a state of exhaustion, the Saints heard Xiahou Aotian shout:

"Done!"

"My cannon is assembled! It's time to counterattack!"

On the ship's side, a black, high-tech cannon was assembled. It had a one-meter-high base, and a two-meter-long barrel extended from the ship's side, giving off an aura of danger with its 100-caliber.

At the end was a handle to control the direction, and the cannon body was embedded with an energy pack engraved with spells, connected to the cannon with thick cables.

"Look forward to my secret weapon working! You supporting characters!"

Probably influenced by the Lucky Necklace, Xiahou Aotian became more and more delusional. He manipulated the handle to adjust the direction, turned the cannon towards the fleet lined up in the distance, and stepped on the trigger.

The spells under the energy pack quickly lit up, and a strong energy surged into the cannon body. Boom!

A golden fireball, like a miniature sun, flew out of the cannon barrel, passed through the dark and deep sea, and flew into the fleet. Boom!

A golden light rose on the sea. The sea and sky brightened. Everyone, shielding their eyes from the glare, saw two huge warships swallowed by the golden light. The explosion stirred up huge waves and dispersed the fleet lined up on the other end. "Damn!" Xia Shu Zhi Lian was stunned and said: "You had such a powerful weapon, why didn't you take it out earlier?" The faces of the others were somewhat dazed.

Xiahou Aotian laughed wildly:

"The protagonist always has to come out last! Damn undead, accept my anger!" Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the energy pack and said: "That thing is very expensive, right?" "Of course!" Xiahou Aotian laughed wildly: "This is an energy pack forged by the Dominator, costing 40 million. It can be fired ten times, 4 million per shot!"

As he laughed, he cried.

"Oh, no wonder you were reluctant to take it out just now." Everyone suddenly understood. Boom! Boom! Boom!

Xiahou Aotian, with a grim expression, stepped on the trigger and fired one miniature sun after another, turning the distant sea into an ocean of light. The waves it stirred up spread out, making the boat sway like a piece of flotsam.

"Four million for one cannon, doesn't that equal the cost of an intercontinental missile? The cost-effectiveness is a bit low... However, intercontinental missiles can't be brought into the Spirit Realm, and they don't seem to have automatic tracking and targeting functions. It's impossible to hit anything at all..." Yuan Shi Tianzun mentally assessed the threat of that weapon to himself.

"The power is great, but the practicality and cost-effectiveness aren't high. But using it here is simply a life-saving weapon. It's just too expensive. Ordinary people can't afford 80 million." Qiu Yuyan kindly reminded him.

"No...no need to remind me!" Xiahou Aotian gritted his teeth.

When the last two suns were fired, the energy pack completely dimmed. The distant sea was turbulent. There was no trace of the fleet!