I've spread the Heaven and Earth realms throughout the God-Slaying World.

"As expected of Lord Yuehuai!!"

On the other side, not far from the ghost ship.

Beneath the surface of the sea, within a giant bubble, a group of people who looked to be members of the Church of the Ancient Gods were whispering among themselves.

In front of them stood Yuehuai, dressed in a Zhongshan suit.

"With just a few vials of violent blood, they lured the nearby mystics together to fight each other, and then led their corpses to the path that the Night Watchmen were sure to take."

"I can't wait to see the Night Watchmen begging for mercy in agony!"

The man laughed wildly.

"Mingliu, get ready, they're coming."

Yuehuai turned around and focused her gaze on the man behind her. "Open Pandora's Box."

"Yes, Lord Yuehuai."

With great reluctance, Mingliu took out a dark-colored box.

Pandora's Box!

Legend has it that it can unleash all the evils of the world—greed, hypocrisy, slander, jealousy, pain, and so on.

This is a treasure from Greek mythology, and even within the Church of the Ancient Gods, it is a rare and forbidden item.

Only the Willow Tree, the agent of Rhadamanthus, the judge of the underworld in Greek mythology, can activate it.

"Jiejiejiejiejiejiejie!"

Mingliu let out a chilling laugh that echoed across the seabed, sounding like the voice of a demon from hell.

"These Night's Watchmen are really getting off easy."

As he slowly opened Pandora's Box, it was as if he were opening a door to endless darkness.

In an instant, a thick black smoke billowed out, like a menacing demon. The smoke spread rapidly, carrying a pungent, rotten smell that made people want to vomit.

On the sea surface, the corpses of sea beasts that were originally floating quietly now seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible dark force. The aura of death, like a thick black fog, slowly enveloped each sea beast's body.

Then, they slowly began to move, their movements stiff and eerie.

"Awoooooo—!!"

“Ho ho ho—!!”

"Pour it on—!!"

"........."

Especially the tortoise-shaped behemoth, its massive body trembled slightly, each tremor seeming to emanate a signal of despair and destruction.

More and more deathly auras, like countless black tentacles, tightly wrapped around its body, completely devouring its life force, leaving only a shell manipulated by evil forces.

And that strangely shaped octopus, its once agile tentacles now stiffly stretched out, as if displaying the grotesque horror of death to the world.

The aura of death, like a cold shackle, firmly restrained its every movement.

Their eyes gleamed with an eerie dark red light, devoid of any life, only endless emptiness and indifference, as if they were the gaze of hell.

There are also various mysterious sea monster corpses, each of which once had its own unique way of surviving and charm in the ocean, but now they have all become slaves to death.

The ghost ships appeared so small as they approached, as if they could be swallowed up by this terrifying force at any moment.

Ming Liu stood aside, watching all this with a smug smile on her face.

"Tear those Night Watchmen to shreds and bring the Cloud Whale back."

the other side.

Gudong——!

Looking at the suddenly resurrected and frenzied horde of corpses, Zhaoming, an ordinary person, instinctively swallowed.

"What's going on? Why have those mysterious corpses suddenly come back to life?"

Zhao Ming asked, puzzled, "Mr. Lynn, do mysteries in your world of superhumans all have a second life?"

"A second time? How could that be? You're overthinking it. If that were the case, there wouldn't be many Night's Watch members left."

Lynn wasn't surprised; it was the same old routine.

"The Black Tortoise repels the corpse... Mr. Zhaoming, do you think a giant tortoise can take our lives?"

"...How should I know?!"

Zhaoming was on the verge of tears. He had only just learned about this world yesterday, and you're asking me? No, brother, you've asked the wrong person!

"Mr. Lynn, can we win?"

"It's guaranteed to kill me."

As Lynn spoke, he casually lay down on the rocking chair next to him, and took out a bag of melon seeds from his system space, looking like a spectator.

Zhaoming: Sometimes, it's really frustrating.

on the deck.

"Cao Yuan, prepare to draw your sword."

Qi Xiaoyu had already gripped her straight knife, ready to perish together with those monsters at any moment.

Although her forbidden realm is not suitable for combat, it doesn't mean that she got into the Sea Realm for nothing.

"I know Sister Xiaoyu."

Cao Yuan's hand was already on the hilt of his sword, ready to be drawn at any moment.

"Don't worry, we're too weak to get involved."

As Hai Lanlan spoke, she jumped into the fish tank, shielding the cloud whale in front of her, and said confidently, "Don't worry, I will protect you!"

Narwhal: ………

"Stop looking like you're about to die, okay? Can't you trust me to take you flying?"

As Dongfang Jin spoke, he switched the ghost ship to autopilot mode.

“One Klein Realm, several Boundless Realm, plus over a hundred other mysterious creatures in the Sea Realm and River Realm… I definitely couldn’t beat them on land, but this is the ocean, my home turf.”

Dongfang Jin stood proudly at the bow of the ghost ship, a slight smile playing on her lips. At that moment, the sea breeze howled, lifting her hair.

"Within the boundless realm, I am invincible."

"One for one, beyond measure!"

Immediately, Dongfang Jin forcefully spun the rudder, and with her movement, the dark purple mist on the ghost ship instantly became denser, almost solidifying.

The mist seemed to have a life of its own, churning and surging.

"Look closely, I am the Empress of the South China Sea!"

She drew her Starry Scimitar from her waist, the tip pointing at the onrushing sea monster corpses.

The scimitar gleamed coldly in the sunlight. The next moment, the dark purple mist swirling around the ghost ship began to change, as if something had been injected into the dense mist that was almost solidifying.

At first, the fog moved slowly, like a living fluid restlessly stirring.

Gradually, some blurry outlines appeared and disappeared in the mist, as if countless figures were struggling to break free from the depths of the mist.

"The whole army."

As time went by, these outlines became clearer and clearer, and the dark purple mist began to condense and take shape, like an invisible sculptor meticulously carving a work of art.

One by one, pirate figures gradually appeared, their bodies made of mist, yet with clear faces and outlines.

Wearing a tattered tricorn hat and ancient pirate attire, the rough fabric fluttered in the mist, as if blown by the sea breeze.

"Attack!"

The pirates, formed from mist, wielded sharp curved swords, their blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight, as if ready to strike at any moment. Some gripped long spears, their tips pointing straight ahead, exuding a fierce aura; others carried bows and crossbows, arrows nocked, poised to be released…