The calm sea surface suddenly flickered with a pale gray brilliance.
Immense spell fluctuations were pushing waves, stirring up a gigantic swell in the surrounding waters.
A strong surge of negative energy rapidly expanded in all directions.
Amid the raging waves, the shadow of a ship gradually emerged and within mere seconds, solidified into reality.
This was no ordinary ship.
From its outward appearance, it was hard to imagine such a dilapidated vessel could still sail.
The ship's sails were riddled with holes of various sizes, and the planks looked like rotten wood that had decayed for years, covered with a great deal of moss, shells, and so forth.
The atmosphere on the ship was gloomy, with ghosts drifting in and out occasionally, before dipping back into the cabin.
This was a ghost ship, a Golden Level ghost ship.
The cabin doors opened, and several Undead Mages filed out onto the deck.
It was ship ghosts, Cang Xu, and the rest of the group.
