On deck, the members of the Revival Society were in utter chaos from the attack, their faces filled with terror and bewilderment.
Who would have thought that they, who were always the ones who would ambush others, would now be the ones being ambushed, and that their enemy would be the recently appeared Deep Sea Bone Clan.
What is the Bone Clan? They are beings that the entire Deep Sea Clan must unite to eradicate!
Faced with the White Bone Clan's ferocious, tidal wave of attacks, the Restoration Society members' resistance appeared so pale and powerless.
The man, who was usually so arrogant and domineering, was now so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his legs as weak as noodles, and he kept crying out his mother's name, his voice shrill and desperate.
Some people closed their eyes, clasped their hands together, and prayed silently with trembling lips, hoping for a miracle to save them from this calamity.
Those who tried to resist had their weapons snap instantly under the White Bone Clan's hard bones and fierce attacks, making a crisp cracking sound.
Under the command of the skull, the skeletons swarmed towards the members of the Restoration Society like hungry wolves, and a bloody massacre was unfolding.
They brandished bone blades that exuded a sinister aura, each swing sending up a spray of blood, accompanied by chilling roars, as if announcing the arrival of death to the world.
The pitiful screams and the cracking sounds of bones being shattered intertwined to create a chilling symphony of death that echoed across the vast sea, sending shivers down one's spine.
The members of the Revival Society were filled with endless despair and fear. They couldn't understand why they had suffered such a devastating disaster.
The Bone King stood high above, silently surveying everything, its empty eye sockets flickering with an eerie light.
It revels in the roars, carnage, struggles, and bloodshed before it, seeing it as a grand and beautiful performance, every detail thrilling it.
“♬♪…”
A strange song, like death notes, accompanied by powerful spiritual energy, echoed throughout the sea like the whispers of a demon, as if it were a melody it had carefully composed specifically for this disaster.
One by one, members of the Revival Society fell, their scalding blood gushing out and quickly staining the deck red. The scene was shocking and horrific.
The pungent smell of blood in the air was increasingly acrid, almost nauseating. The entire deck had become a living hell, with the stench of blood and death permeating every corner.
The Bone Clan reveled in the thrill of slaughter, letting out excited roars. For them, killing had long been an instinctive behavior, and their bloodlust stemmed from their most primal desires.
On the sea, the ice still coldly sealed off the surroundings, and the flames still burned fiercely, as if mercilessly mocking the folly and arrogance of the Restoration Society.
Wang Ba stood at the bow of the ship, his face ashen, his eyes bulging as if they were about to burst.
He stared intently at the horrific scene before him, a veritable carnage.
Looking at the Revival Society he had built with his own hands, the vast power he had created by selling his conscience, all his efforts had vanished in an instant with just one sneak attack.
His heart felt as if it were being pierced by a thousand steel needles at once, causing him excruciating pain.
He never imagined that he would be defeated by a woman. He had always thought he was invincible and that he could control everything.
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