The Pinnacle Of Life

“Ahh!!!” “What is that? What on earth is that?!”

“D*mn! D*mn! Senior, what do we do? This is getting serious. Where have we entered?”

Quincy Zoppins was nearly going mad. They were only here to raid a tomb. At most, they would only steal a few burial objects. Was such an elaborate formation necessary? Whose tomb was like this? From the time they entered, they hadn’t seen anything that belonged in a tomb. It was all a darn lie.

“Shut up!” Zayne York’s facial expression became serious. As the leader of the Drifters, what hadn’t he seen before?

However, he honestly had never seen anything like what he was seeing. He had never even heard about it before.

“What is that coffin doing dangling in mid-air? It’s tied to eight chains. Something appears to be sealed inside. Could the ghost king be trapped inside?” Zayne asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three chains grappling the boat began to exert force.

Everyone could see three people dressed in black clothes on the half remaining tower pulling the chains.

They were pulling their boat in the direction of the ghost king’s coffin.

“We can’t get any closer,” Dorothy Assex said.

“Clearly, the ghost king had his abilities sealed away. It’s locked inside and can’t get out. However, if we get too close, we’ll be within his range of control. He could easily suck us dry in an instant,” she explained.

“Ahh! Sh*t! What do we do then?”

“We’re getting closer!”

people on the boat

Buzz!

arrow. After pulling the bowstring, and causing the bow to take the shape of a crescent moon, a golden arrow fired at a

shriek of a phoenix could be heard. A shadow figure of a phoenix covered in flames

with Yukita Ganbe

“Core Formation expert!”

expert among them!” Yukita

the man dressed in black who was pulling a

second and third arrows were

men dressed in black were killed

cheers erupted from

those Blood Cult disciples

Klang! Klang! Klang!

three instances of screeching sound were heard, the half-remaining tower fired three

could escape from the other side. However, Alex’s boat had stopped now. The resentful spirits in the blood river stopped moving after the men dressed in black started pulling their

Cult’s boat had

the chains off. Quick! Cut the chains

all their might. Unfortunately, the chains were made of some extremely solid material. Breaking through them was impossible. Meanwhile, they