Zhao Hai stood quietly on the ghost king ship and looked at the spirit weapon world. There was still some Buddhist power left in the spirit weapon world. This Buddhist power would make people feel very comfortable, and those who were injured would feel much better.
Zhao Hai flew from the mountain of white bones to the fleet. Wen Wenhai and the others were kneeling there with solemn expressions. They only stood up when they heard the ghost king ship's voice. Wen Wenhai and the others moved and appeared on the ghost king ship.
"What's the matter, Wen Hai?" Zhao Hai asked.
"Thank you, boss," Wen Wenhai said with a straight face,"what kind of power did you just use? He's so powerful?"
