CREAK.
The damp, slightly rotting floorboards groaned with the sound of age.
Su Ye gripped his Frost Thorn Spear, leading a group of crew members deep into the ship's hold.
He focused his mind, using his keen spiritual sense to remain vigilant of every movement around them.
"Watch the walls. That Voodoo Corpse has an incredibly tough body, feels no pain, and treats the cabin walls like paper."
"I saw it burst through a wall myself. We were caught completely off guard, and it killed several of our men..."
Such were the warnings from a few crew members who had previously encountered the Voodoo Corpse.
The group proceeded with caution, keeping a safe distance from the cabin walls.
But upon hearing this, a thought suddenly flashed through Su Ye's mind.
'If the Voodoo Corpse can attack through the walls, then... why can't it...?'
But before he could finish the thought, his keen spiritual sense suddenly flared with a warning.
His expression hardened as he shouted.
