Lin Feng arrived at the bow of the ship and gazed out into the sea, immediately taking a sharp breath.
Shadows of people were floating on the sea.
Looking closely, he realized those shadows were all Dead Spirits drifting in the ocean.
These were lives that had fallen into the sea, their souls unable to find peace. Now, the mysterious Hell Messenger was going to bring them into the Netherworld.
It sounded quite unbelievable, but it was indeed true.
"They are the ocean spirits!"
Someone spoke in a trembling voice.
"The appearance of the Dead Spirits means we have entered a route to the Netherworld, a place only the dead go. Will we also end up in the Netherworld?"
"I don't want to die. I don't want to enter the Netherworld!"
Many people cried out in horror, and the ship instantly became chaotic.
"Don't be afraid, everyone! We are here! We will definitely make it through. If the Jiuzhou Alliance didn't have such skills, we wouldn't have opened this route over the years."
