182: Chapter 182 You're kidding me! Where did you get the meat?!

Xu Chen felt a chill running down his back, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Just as he was about to curse to bolster his courage, a familiar sound suddenly reached his ears.

It sounded like the lid of the big pot in the Fourth Peak canteen had been lifted, accompanied by a steaming hot shout.

"Xu Chen, if you don't come now, the delicious stewed meat will be gone!"

Xu Chen's face turned green; he swung the ancient desolate hall and smashed it against his own leg.

Thud!

A muffled sound.

He grimaced in pain, sucking in cold air, but he instantly sobered up.

"Who are you trying to fool."

"I've already reached the forbidden zone, where would there be any stewed meat!"

Chu Wanqing had originally been feeling tight in her chest from the voices in the mist, but upon hearing this, she almost couldn't keep her composure.

"Xu Chen, your brain is actually quite useful sometimes!"

It was different for Su Yuxi.

After the sounds from the black mist drilled into her ears, there were first intermittent footsteps, then the sounds of metal clashing.

Finally, it even pieced together the lingering echoes of an ancient battlefield.

The vein on her temple twitched lightly, her breathing became slightly disordered, and her vision went black in waves.

Amidst the chaotic noise, an extremely hoarse female voice was repeating the same sentence.

"To the left, look at the lamp! To the left, look at the lamp!"

Su Yuxi suddenly raised her head, a cold glint flashing in the depths of her pupils, and she pointed towards the front left.

"Over there!"

Her voice carried a hint of urgency.

"There is a bone lamp in the mist, follow it!"

Lin Yi did not ask more questions; he immediately urged the bone boat with Wang Hong and the others, turned the bow, and the hull cut diagonally towards the left.

With this turn, the thick wall of black mist ahead immediately crashed into them.

Chu Wanqing shifted her feet, held the imperial zither horizontally in front of her, and plucked with ten fingers; the sound of the zither instantly exploded.

Clang!

Blade-like sound waves, one layer after another, carved several cracks into the wall of mist ahead.

The black mist rolled back to the sides, and deep within the cracks, a pale white bone lamp was indeed shining.

That solitary lamp hung above the crest of a wave; although the flame was thin and weak, it remained motionless amidst the Black Sea.

Lin Yi's gaze narrowed.

This lamp was actually guiding the way!

Shen Qingyue also looked in the direction of the bone lamp, with Primordial Qi slowly circulating in her palms.

"There is no turbulence below this path."

"Taking this route can avoid those things at the bottom of the sea."

Upon hearing this, Xu Chen immediately perked up again; he hugged the ancient desolate hall, ran to the stern of the boat, and shouted to Wang Hong and the others.

"I'll help the Elders keep a close watch on the back."

"The dirty things in this sea love to climb up from the boat's rear!"

The words had barely left his lips.

A wet, dripping bone claw was reaching up from the stern.

Xu Chen's eyelids jumped, and he swung the ancient desolate hall down.

Bang!

That bone claw shattered on the spot, splashing black water and bone fragments all over him.

Xu Chen spat twice, hopping mad with anger.

"I knew it!"

"These things are so dirty!"

Wang Hong and the five Elders stood guard at the rear, their palm winds, sword lights, and hand seals falling in turns, smashing wave after wave of climbing bone claws back into the sea.

The bone boat continued forward, following the guidance of the bone lamp.

In the black mist to the right, one could occasionally hear the screams of other ships crashing into turbulence.

Some people chose the wrong path and were swallowed by the entire black wave.

Some chased after false lights, only to crash headlong into a whirlpool like a mountain of bones, their ships shattered into dregs.

But on Lin Yi's side, it was as steady as taking a stroll in his own backyard.

It was too straightforwardly satisfying, and also too annoyingly steady.

After traveling like this for most of the day, the mist in front suddenly thinned, and a pale coastline could be vaguely seen.

Xu Chen poked his head out to look, and just as he grinned, wanting to say they were about to reach the shore.

Lin Yi's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Suddenly, a dull crashing sound came from deep within the mist layer on the left.

Thud!

A dilapidated ancient ship, a thousand feet long, suddenly rushed out from the black mist.

The hull was twisted and cracked, the mast was broken in half, but the bow was firmly aimed at the bone boat.

A few figures stood upon it, their eyes bloodshot, their faces full of madness.

They gripped weapons, making garbled, strange laughter, looking like they were crazy, yet also like they weren't crazy at all.

One of the tall, thin young Cultivators suddenly raised his blade, screaming with a rasping, harsh voice.

"Ram into them!"

"Knock them into the sea!"

The black waves in front of the bone boat suddenly rose high.

The two ships were about to collide head-on.

Lin Yi slowly clenched his five fingers; upon his fist, the divine light of Chaos suddenly exploded.

The dilapidated ancient ship broke through the mist, its bow like a sharp knife, crashing straight towards the waist of the bone boat.

The tall, thin young man leading at the bow gripped a broken blade, his eyes terrifyingly red.

"Opportunity belongs to those with virtue; Lin Yi, how dare you monopolize it!"

He hadn't even finished shouting.

Lin Yi had already lifted his foot and taken a step, causing the bone boat to tremble slightly.

Following that, the Heavenly Emperor Fist was unleashed.

There were no flashy probes, and not the slightest intention of holding back.

The Divine Power of Chaos exploded from his fist, and the Heavenly Emperor Fist Intent surged along his arm, as if intending to punch through this entire sea ahead.

Boom!

A deafening roar exploded, directly drowning out the sound of the waves.

The dilapidated ancient ship bore the brunt of it; the bow exploded, splintered wood and bone fragments flew everywhere, and the entire hull was torn apart from the center.

The Heavenly Emperor Fist was unstoppable, passing straight through; the deck boards collapsed layer by layer, and even the stern broke off at the sound, falling into pieces.

The strange smile on the tall, thin young man's face froze, and his pupils suddenly shrank to a pinprick.

He clearly hadn't expected Lin Yi to not say a single word of nonsense, unleashing a lethal blow the moment he raised his hand.

His reaction was not slow; he gave a sharp shout, and an ancient bone talisman on his chest burst open.

An incomplete imperial pattern rose from his body surface, gray light flowing, attempting to withstand this punch head-on.

Unfortunately.

His little tricks might work against others.

Against Lin Yi?

Far too lacking!

The fist energy collided with the imperial patterns, not stopping for even half a breath.

Crack!

The layer of gray light shattered first, and the imperial patterns followed, bursting apart.

The tall, thin young man's chest sank, and he spat out a torrent of blood.

His entire body was sent flying by that terrifying force, crashing into the depths of the black waves along with half of the broken ship.

He had just fallen into the sea when the surface began to churn as if it had gone mad with hunger.

Dozens of pale bone hands suddenly reached out from under the waves, grabbing feet, tugging at necks.

There were also black shadows lunging up from deeper down, dragging him out of sight in the blink of an eye.

The remaining few Cultivators who had been pretending to be crazy in the air turned pale.

A moment ago they still had a ruthless desire to risk their lives, but now they all looked as if they had seen a ghost, turning their heads and wanting to jump away.

But the ship was already split.

Where could they jump to?

A burly man wearing animal skins had only just leaped half a zhang away when his ankle was seized by a bone hand from under the sea.

He fell headfirst into the waves, thrashed twice, and only circles of black water ripples remained on the surface.

Another female Cultivator summoned a flying boat, continuously urging it with spiritual power, hoping to escape.

But just as the flying boat moved, an ancient corpse head, rotted to the point where only half a face remained, suddenly emerged from the waves.

"Ah!"

The ancient corpse head bit down on half her shoulder; fresh blood had just splashed out when the surrounding black tide surged up like mad.

In a few breaths, the female Cultivator was chewed to pieces.

And the people on the broken ship were all dead.

The Black Sea swallowed the broken ship, leaving only a layer of wood chips and blood foam swirling on the surface.

The Cultivators who had followed the ship all around were stunned when they saw this scene!

Some had just been calculating whether they should also go up and ram them.

At this moment, their soles felt cold, and their bodies all shrank back.

On a bronze treasure ship, a young man in white held a Magical Artifact, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"This punch..."

"Can I withstand it?"