The ghost king in the coffin let out an angry roar.

A large hand formed above the coffin and reached toward their boat.

The scene shocked many people.

Yukita Ganbe immediately made up his mind. “Jump off the ship!” he shouted.

Everyone in the Blood Cult didn’t dare to hesitate.

Fighting against a multitude of resentful spirits was still better than fighting against the ghost king up ahead!

Splat, splat, splat...

Unfortunately, the three were too slow to jump.

They were crushed on the shipboard, with blood and guts spilling out instantly.

However, in the next second, something even more terrifying occurred.

The three Blood Cult disciples who had been crushed to death instantly on the shipboard had their blood and flesh completely stripped away. Only their skeleton and clothes remained.

When Freya Mayer saw this, she nearly burst into tears.

“This isn’t a ghost king. It’s a ghost emperor!” she shouted.

Ghost emperors were even stronger than ghost kings.

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