Just then.
Several other Phase Floating Spirits phased through the protective shield and landed on the deck.
They didn't attack immediately, but instead seemed to be "sniffing" the air.
The faint blue orbs of light quivered slightly, then turned in a specific direction.
Toward Ian.
The next second, five Phase Floating Spirits accelerated simultaneously, lunging at him!
Their speed was immense, their trajectories erratic.
They had "smelled" it.
They had smelled the overwhelmingly rich aura of the Star Rule emanating from the Seed of the Stars within Ian's Sea of Spirit.
For energy-based lifeforms, it was an irresistible temptation.
Everyone on deck instantly focused their gazes on Ian.
Some looked on with pity, some with relief that they weren't the target, and some with indifference.
Ian stood his ground, motionless.
Beneath the shadow of his hood, his eyes were as cold as iron.
"They're courting death."
