The floating corpses varied in strength, the more intact the corpse, the stronger it was.
Even though it was somewhat strenuous, it was a treacherous journey without dangers as the four boats sped forward. Unless something unexpected happened, they should be able to escape these floating corpses.
"What is that?"
Suddenly, Mo Xieyu shouted.
Everyone looked ahead.
"Not good, it's a complete corpse!"
Not far ahead, a complete corpse stood tall. Judging by its appearance, it was a middle-aged man who stood three meters tall with worn-out armor and a rusty battle blade in hand.
As soon as this complete corpse appeared, all the floating corpses calmed down and stopped attacking Long Yan and others.
At this moment, the corpse abruptly lifted its head. Its deep gaze fell upon Long Yan and the others, making them feel extremely uneasy.
"Roar."
