The vermilion door had been shredded by cannon fire.
Above the doorway, chains hung the carcass of a broken ship, covered in mud and water plants.
It was the wreckage of the "Soul Collecting Ship" that had appeared on the Yi River.
Long strands of water plants dangled down, entwined with the remnants of soldiers.
Although Li Yan didn't know about the "Soul Collecting Ship," he could tell something was wrong.
He formed a mantra with his left hand, instantly smelling the foul and yin energy from the water plants, accompanied by chaotic cries from within the ship.
Looking sideways, he realized there was more than one "Soul Collecting Ship."
The entire doorway was hung with wrecked ships, the water plants densely hanging down, swaying with the gale.
Rumble!
A torrential downpour accompanied the thunder, and the water plants seemed to come alive, twisting and reaching out from the doorway, as if trying to lick the rain falling from the sky.
