The sailors on the ship were half-dazed, half-mad, half in fear of death, half in a frenzy to embrace it.
Because they couldn't keep their sanity.
The erosion of the Abyss, the yearning for hope, and the despair drove them to madness and breakdown, prompting them to subconsciously grab the weapons in their hands.
Next to them, even though those dark tentacles could not touch Xu Shuo's body due to the suppression of spiritual power, they stubbornly wrapped around the protective range of the spiritual power, cocooning him.
Then, seemingly contented, the darkness continued to massacre the others on the ship!
The sailors instinctively swung their weapons as if slashing at the monsters approaching them, or perhaps at their own comrades.
Just then, fierce flames suddenly engulfed the dark ship!
The feasting tentacles hastily retracted, frantically trying to extinguish the flames on the ship, and black viscous substances plopped down, covering the blood-red flames.