Wei Shan, who usually smiled warmly, now had eyes full of battle intent: "I shall fight until my death, until my path is extinguished, and my flesh dissolves, never letting down the Butcher's Iron Throne!"
"Ho ho ho ho ho ho... Good, good, good!!"
The Butcher let out a wild laugh, the space around him becoming increasingly distorted, and a blood-red tidal wave began rising from his body, making him look like a massive ball of blood and fire.
"Astrology, clear the way for me! This stretch of journey, I offer it to you!"
The Astrologer at the Watchtower, with eyelashes slightly quivering, raises her delicate hand, and instantly, in front of the Layer Boat, a dazzling star river appeared. The star river was soon distorted by the power of the Gray Mist Sea, but the Secret Marks and twisted symbols turned into star trails, spreading beneath the Butcher's feet.
"When I return, if you still live, you may board the ship," Lin Yi said, "The Ark will always leave a light for you."
