After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 1358

The five people hovered in mid-air, with surging dark blue seawater beneath their feet. A strong salty smell mixed with a faint stench of decay wafted towards them.

Black miasma rose from the sea surface, filtering the sunlight into a dim halo, and even blurring the view.

Zhou Shan never loosened his grip on the axe, his gaze sweeping over every vortex below.

Zhao Xiaojia would occasionally take out a talisman and hold it in his hand, his eyes filled with tension and anticipation.

Wu Gou lagged half a step behind, his curved sword hanging diagonally at his waist, his fingertips still unconsciously rubbing it.

As for Qin He, he lagged behind, seemingly nonchalant, but his divine sense had already spread out.

Although the resentment in this ghost ship sea area is not as fierce as that of the Demon Abyss, it has a sinister and sticky feeling, clinging to people like a bone-deep sore.

"Look! What is that!"

Liu Yu'er suddenly shouted, pointing her silver sword at the sea to the lower left.

Following her gaze, the group saw a dark shadow floating on the water, half of its body exposed, its scales gleaming with a dull luster in the dim light.

The five people quickly swooped down, and only when they got closer could they see that it was a huge black dragon.

Its abdomen rose and fell slightly, its aura weakened but still carrying the pressure of the Divine Bridge Realm. There was a deep wound on its left pectoral fin that revealed the bone, and black blood was seeping into the seawater, causing small black ripples to appear around it.

"A black dragon at the Divine Bridge Realm! And it's injured!"

Zhao Xiaojia's eyes lit up, and his hand holding the talisman trembled uncontrollably. "Dragon skin can be used to forge armor, dragon tendons are treasures for making bows, and even blood can be used as medicine!"

Zhou Shan licked his lips, twirling the axe in his palm: "A godsend! Brother Wei, Brother Wu, Little Sister Liu, let's join forces and take this!"

Qin He raised an eyebrow slightly. He didn't care about these materials, but seeing the four of them so interested, he didn't want to spoil the fun.

Demonic energy subtly condensed at his fingertips, transforming into a barely perceptible wisp of blade energy that hovered beside him.

"Roar--"

As if sensing a threat, the black dragon suddenly raised its head, its turbid vertical pupils locking onto the group, and a muffled roar rolled from its throat.

Despite his weakened state, the aura of the Divine Bridge Realm still made the air seem to freeze. His injured pectoral fins slammed into the water, creating a wave ten feet high that crashed down on the group.

"Do it!"

Zhou Shan rushed forward first, his axe unleashing a thick, powerful axe beam that cleaved the wave in two.

Liu Yu'er moved with the agility of a swallow, her silver sword flashing with several sword flowers, aiming straight for the eyes of the black dragon.

Zhao Xiaojia flung out three Flame Talismans, and flames exploded in the black miasma, forcing the black dragon to subconsciously turn its head.

Wu Gou circled around behind the Mo Jiao, his curved blade flashing coldly as he thrust it towards its injured pectoral fin.

But the black dragon reacted extremely quickly, its tail sweeping out with a whooshing sound as it struck Wu Gou. Wu Gou hurriedly dodged to the side, but the hem of his clothes was still caught, instantly tearing a large hole in it.

"This beast may be injured, but its ferocity remains!"

Zhou Shan let out a deep shout, tapped the crest of the wave with his foot, leaped up, and slammed his mountain-splitting axe down fiercely towards the head of the black dragon.

The black dragon roared and charged forward with its single horn.

"clang!"

A deafening clang, like metal clashing, rang out, sending Zhou Shan flying backward, his tiger's mouth splitting open and bleeding. The black dragon was also badly injured; a crack appeared on its single horn, and its turbid pupils were filled with savagery.

Just then, Qin He moved. His figure blurred, appearing to the right of the Ink Dragon. His fingertips suddenly surged with blade energy, striking precisely at the wound on the Ink Dragon's pectoral fin. The corrosive power of the demonic energy instantly invaded, and the Ink Dragon cried out in pain, letting out a shrill scream as its body twisted violently.

"It's now!"

Liu Yu'er seized the opportunity, her silver sword piercing the black dragon's left eye like a meteor; Zhao Xiaojia's thunder talisman followed closely behind, exploding on the black dragon's head; Wu's hook scimitar once again stabbed at the wound on the pectoral fin, this time penetrating steadily; Zhou Shan also steadied himself, his mountain-splitting axe striking the thinnest part of the black dragon's neck scales.

Several attacks struck simultaneously, and the black dragon's roar gradually weakened. They fought for a full incense stick's time.

The massive body of the black dragon convulsed and collapsed onto the sea surface, creating a large splash.

Only when it completely stopped breathing did the four of them breathe a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the makeshift platform formed by the solidified waves and gasping for air.

This dragon, so severely injured and surrounded, has managed to hold out for so long.

Qin He frowned as he stared at the black dragon's tail.

The tail had a neat ring of teeth marks at the end. No blood seeped from the edge of the wound; instead, it was surrounded by wisps of thick, impenetrable death energy, completely different from the resentment in this sea, carrying a sense of dusty decay.

"Brother Wei, what are you daydreaming about? Come and share the treasure!" Zhao Xiaojia's shout pulled him back to reality.

Zhou Shan had already taken out a specially made knife and begun to dissect the corpse. His knife skills were proficient and skillful, clearly indicating that he was an experienced person.

The dragon's skin was peeled off completely, its tendons were carefully extracted, and its blood was collected in a specially made jade bottle.

He handed the divided materials to the group: "We'll each get a share of the dragon skin and tendons. There are five bottles of dragon blood, everyone gets some. The demon core is the most valuable; once we sell it, we'll split the spirit stones equally."

Qin He took his share and casually put it into his storage bag, his gaze still unconsciously drifting to the wound on the black dragon's tail. The deathly aura there was strange; it was definitely not something a living being could leave behind.

"With these materials, we can exchange them for a lot of spirit stones and even forge a good piece of armor!" Zhao Xiaojia grinned from ear to ear as he held the jade bottle. Liu Yuer and Wu Gou also had smiles on their faces. Only Zhou Shan remained calm, cautiously scanning his surroundings.

Just then, Wu Gou suddenly froze, pointing into the depths of the black miasma ahead, his voice trembling: "What...what is that?"

The group followed his gaze, and their hearts sank.

In the dark miasma, an old wooden boat drifted silently by.

The ship's hull was mottled and decaying, covered with dark green seaweed, and the sails were tattered, with faint dark red lines visible on them, like dried blood.

Without oars or sails, it drifted slowly, seemingly carrying an aura of antiquity from a thousand years ago, heading towards the group.

The sea breeze suddenly stopped, and even the waves became calm. Only the ancient ship slowly approached on the deathly still sea.

The five men turned deathly pale; the excitement of slaying the black dragon was instantly replaced by extreme panic.