"Heh heh…
Do we even need to say it? Those two unlucky bastards without Linglong Lamps are definitely not going to survive now!"
Not far from the burly old man, on the prow of a netherworld blood ship, stood a black-haired old man with his hands clasped behind his back.
He stood like a spear, his aura powerful. There was a faint hint of ridicule in his eyes as he said coldly, "Although the Linglong Lamp isn't a magic treasure, it's a Wushang life-saving talisman. Now that Eternal Realm Blood Snakes are rampaging within the Spirit Abyss Ghost River, as long as you hang a Linglong Lamp you can stay safe. Those without Linglong Lamps are destined to be eaten by Blood Snakes!"
"Hahaha… what you said makes sense."
The burly old man grinned and laughed along.
At this moment he slowly turned his head back.
When his gaze fell on that netherworld blood ship, the expression on his face instantly froze.
"Th-this… what's going on?"
The burly old man blurted out.
