The lantern on the ferry had completely sunk into the water, and its faint glow was finally no longer visible.
Only shriveled, damp palms kept reaching out from the water, snapping and grasping towards the wreckage of the ferry.
"Yassa! Yassa!"
Countless Boat Ghosts piled up and gathered here.
And then—
Boom!
Above the gloomy MingHe, a blistering wave burst forth, accompanied by a thunderous explosion that filled the sky. The fierce Thunderbolt rose like a tornado, with arcs of lighting and electric sparks beautifully blossoming.
Even the huge rocks colliding fiercely under the water were shattered by the wrath of the Thunderbolt, and fragments of stone mixed with waves fell back down, with severed limbs and crimson blood scattering everywhere. All tangible and ethereal things teetered on the verge of collapse under the violent blast of air.
The cries of the Boat Ghosts could finally no longer be heard.