Chapter 925:

Chapter 925:

Whats going on with these ghost race warriors?

Why are they abandoning their comrades on our ship and fleeing themselves?

Damn it, are they even human?

Is it really okay for a race to abandon their own like this?

As the warriors besieged the discarded demon warriors, they engaged in heated discussions.

Surprisingly, the abandoned demon warriors were undeterred and even more ferocious. They seemed determined to take their opponents down with them, fighting with incredible intensity. The deck remained chaotic as ever. The Kingdom of Grans warriors struggled to give chase, unable to pursue the ironclad ship.

The two young girls swiftly fired a few shots, taking down several ghost warriors. The united effort of the warriors managed to defeat the few remaining foes who continued to resist in a last stand. However, as they prepared to set sail, they realized that the thick mist had obscured their view, making it impossible to spot where the enemy ship had fled.

The commander among them uttered, Damn it! We let them escape like this.

A warrior suggested, Lets pursue in the direction they disappeared. Maybe we can catch up.

Chasing the enemy at full speed in this dense fog is too risky.

Indeed, what if there are ambushes within the fog?

The commander had no choice but to issue the order, Forget it, well figure out a way to deal with them next time.

Just as he finished speaking, a head popped out from the side of the armed merchant ship nearby. It belonged to a young man with handsome golden hair. This young man, whom the middle-aged leader had seen by the docks, had been fishing at the ships side, seemingly an unremarkable figure.

Of course, the young man was Robb. He waved his hand with a smile at the middle-aged leader and said, We cant afford to do this next time. We dont have time to linger here. We need to hurry to the Big Tang. Lets settle this matter now.

The middle-aged leader responded, But this dense fog

Robb grinned, Its an Eastern technique called the Foggy Haze. We just need to break it.

Huh? The middle-aged leader was momentarily stunned, We tried dispelling it, but it didnt work.

Robbs leaping ability adhered to the rules of the game, and no matter how strong the jump seemed, he could only cover 60 yards.

So, after his impressive jump towards the enemy ship, he plummeted straight into the sea with a splash.

Onlookers:

This was quite anticlimactic!

The middle-aged man wiped his sweat and asked, Should we pull him out?

The two young nuns chuckled, No need.

Just then, at the spot where Robb had fallen into the water, a seal popped out of the water with a splash. The seal even turned its head and waved at the people on the ship, seemingly making a gesture of Im fine. However, who could decipher a seals gestures? All they saw was a flat flipper waving there quite amusing.

And then, with remarkable speed, the seal swam towards the ironclad ship.

The people on the ironclad ship had been closely monitoring the movements of the trailing ship. Of course, they also witnessed this scene. Immediately, archers positioned themselves by the ships railings, drawing their bows and aiming arrows at the seal. They shot a volley of arrows at the seal in rapid succession.

However, the seal was incredibly swift, and the arrows couldnt even come close to touching its fur.

In the blink of an eye, it reached the side of the ship. With a powerful flick of its tail on the waters surface, it leaped out of the water. This leap was remarkably high, actually soaring from the sea surface directly onto the ship.

The sailors on the ship exclaimed in surprise. Two of them swung their blades, attempting to strike at the seal.

The seal deftly evaded the two long blades, then raised its fleshy flipper and delivered a series of slaps, knocking the two sailors to the ground. Simultaneously, it landed on the deck and underwent a transformation. It turned back into the appearance of the handsome young man with golden hair. Facing the bewildered sailors on the ship, he smiled and said, Greetings!

The sailors were taken aback. This Westerner actually understood our language? However, now that it was broad daylight, what could good evening possibly mean?

Robb, however, quickly shook his head with a regretful expression. Oh no, there arent many who understand the language of ghosts. What to do? Oh, I know!

Suddenly, he addressed the sailors seriously, saying, You guys, arent proper ghosts, right? Probably just Japanese pirates doing dirty work, you guys, tearing and pulling!

The sailors: Are you speaking human language or seal language?