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Chapter 1359

The black ship drifted in the black miasma, moving as slowly as a frozen shadow.

There was no sound of oars cutting through the water, no creaking of planks rubbing against each other, and not even a ripple appeared in the seawater around the boat. It was as if the boat was not floating on the sea, but a painting embedded in this miasma.

The seaweed hung from the gunwale, its withered black color resembling a dead person's hair. It swayed gently with the ship but made no sound at all.

The strangest thing was the sail.

What appeared to be just a tattered black cloth from a distance has now become clearer up to the dark red patterns on its surface—not embroidered, but rather like dried bloodstains seeping into the fibers, faintly glowing in the dim light.

The sea breeze seemed frozen.

Just moments before, the salty, fishy smell had been blowing so hard that clothes were fluttering, but now everything suddenly stopped, and even breathing became difficult.

The five people were suspended in mid-air, with only the sound of their own heartbeats in their ears, so heavy that it felt like they were about to crash into the sea.

Qin He subtly condensed demonic energy at his fingertips, unleashing his full divine soul.

But the ship seemed not to exist in this world. There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, no overflow of resentment, and not even the tactile sensation of a "physical" object. When divine sense swept across the ship, it passed right through, as if the other side was just a void of light and shadow.

“It’s a projection…” he muttered to himself, his brows furrowing. “A projection from another world, yet it can take shape in this sea.”

"Whatever it is! Run!" Zhou Shan's roar broke the silence.

He gripped the axe, stomped his foot in mid-air, and used the momentum to shoot diagonally backward. The axe unleashed a beam of light that crashed into the sea, and in the instant the water splashed, he had already leaped several meters away.

Zhao Xiaojia reacted the fastest, sticking the talisman in his hand to his forehead with a "snap," and a faint golden halo emanated from his body. His figure turned into a blur and followed Zhou Shan.

Liu Yuer held her silver sword upside down, the spine of the sword touching her shoulder, and used the recoil to propel herself forward, her black hair flowing in a straight line behind her.

Wu's curved blade was drawn half an inch from its sheath. After a flash of cold light, his figure disappeared into the miasma, leaving only a faint trace of the blade.

Qin He didn't dare to be negligent. With a flash of magic runes under his feet, he caught up with the group like a wisp of black smoke, but his eyes remained fixed on the black ship.

The five fled at full speed, changing direction three times, from southeast to northwest, and then turning northeast. They unleashed the full speed of their Divine Bridge Realm abilities, causing the sea beneath their feet to recede rapidly, even stirring up the black miasma into turbulent currents.

But the black ship was still behind them.

It continued to drift slowly, the sails didn't move, the hull didn't sway, yet it seemed to be permanently within their sight.

No matter how fast you run or what direction you change, it always hangs steadily at the edge of your field of vision, neither too far nor too near, like a shadow you can't shake off.

"No!" Liu Yu'er suddenly exclaimed, "It's still getting closer!"

Qin He's brow twitched. He deliberately slowed down, comparing the distance to a distant reference point—a protruding reef on the sea. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the distance between the black ship and the reef had been reduced by more than half.

Even more terrifying is that the ship is getting bigger.

At first, it was just a small fishing boat about ten feet long, but in a short while it grew to three feet, five feet, ten feet... In just a few breaths, it had become a giant ship that blotted out the sky.

The cracks in the ship's planks opened up, revealing deep, dark cavities inside, like the throat of a giant beast.

The ship nails, which were originally the size of a fingernail, had now swelled up to the size of a bathtub, with dried flesh and blood still hanging on the nail heads.

The tattered, blood-stained sail was fully unfurled, spanning dozens of feet in width. Dark red patterns flowed across it, forming a line of twisted ancient characters that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Hurry! Hurry up!"

Zhou Shan roared, cold sweat beading on his palms. He could feel an invisible force gripping his soul, and his steps grew heavier and heavier.

Zhao Xiaojia threw out seven or eight speed-up talismans in succession, but the light from the talismans' explosions grew weaker and weaker, and the last one even went out after emitting only a few sparks. His face was pale, and his lips trembled as he said, "The talismans...the talismans are useless."

The black ship was almost upon them. Its hull was taller than a mountain, casting a shadow over the five men. The seawater swirled beneath the ship, creating a deep, rumbling sound.

Suddenly, a terrifying suction force surged from the depths of the ship's cabin.

Zhou Shan was the first to be hit. Just as he was about to swing his axe to unleash his protective aura, he was grabbed by an invisible hand and involuntarily flew towards the cabin.

He roared and struggled, wildly hacking at the air with his axe, but not even creating a ripple.

"Brother Zhou!"

Zhao Xiaojia reached out to pull, but as soon as he touched Zhou Shan's sleeve, the suction suddenly increased, and he was pulled over like a falling leaf. The talismans scattered all over the ground and burned to ashes in mid-air.

Liu Yu'er thrust her silver sword toward the ship, but the tip of the sword passed right through it.

She gasped in surprise, her body drifting uncontrollably toward the cabin, her hair being pulled straight by the suction.

Wu hooked his curved blade and slashed horizontally, trying to sever the invisible pull. As a result, he and his blade were sucked towards the giant ship, leaving only a short, muffled groan.

Qin He's eyes sharpened, and the demonic cloud millstone within his dantian began to spin wildly.

The demonic energy transformed into jet-black wings, which he unfurled as he flapped them, his speed leaving afterimages in the air. But the suction force was like a leech, clinging tightly to him, pulling him little by little toward the cabin no matter how fast he flew.

He unleashed the Southern Bright Fire, its azure flames burning around him in an attempt to scorch the suction force.

When the flames encountered the invisible pulling force, they only rippled before disappearing like mud into the sea.

The black ship's cabin was wide open, pitch black inside, with faint footsteps that could be heard, as if countless things were waiting in the darkness.

Qin He looked at the ship planks so close to him and could smell the rotten, bloody stench. The suction force finally enveloped him completely.

His body floated up uncontrollably, flying towards the darkness.

He took one last look at the sea outside; the black miasma had thickened, and even the faint sunlight had completely disappeared.