On the deck.
Among the clinking of glasses, Su Lu seemed to sense the mobilization of the world's many marine fleets. Once again, humans had launched a surprise assault. Countless monsters were exterminated, and numerous professionals sacrificed, becoming offerings to the God of Death and the God of War--if the two existed.
With the mass outbreak of war, the vessels of the high-level professionals weren't drawing much attention.
Zap!
As he was holding his wine glass, preparing to chat with Han Fan, storm clouds covered the sky, and a flash of lightning flickered.
Accompanied by the lightning, a figure fell directly onto the deck.
Dozens of flying figures were also falling from the sky towards them.
"Oh, if it isn't the Spirit King? I apologize for having stolen your ranking!"
The figure, illuminated by the lightning, stood up. Seeing Su Lu, a smug grin spread over his face.
