The Black Coffin, possessing its own ship spirit and classifiable as a large Undead Creature, immediately retaliated against the octopus Warship.
OOOOH...
A bone-chilling, ghostly wind descended upon the battlefield, making the nearby Man-Eating Pomfrets somewhat uncomfortable and causing them to instinctively put some distance between themselves and the commotion.
That twisted human face immediately flew out from the ghastly green Whale Oil Lanterns. At the same time, from each plank of the ship, every rope, and every wine barrel, countless screaming Dead Souls swarmed out, burrowing into the body of the ship spirit.
It inflated like a balloon, and within a few breaths, transformed into a fifteen-meter-long female ghoul crawling on the ground. She wore tattered, blood-stained white robes and a Crown of Thorns upon her head.
This was the Guardian Spirit cultivated by the "Coffin Bearer"—the Crawling Iron Coffin Princess!
