The next moment.
A multitude of Fifth-Rank Sequence Undead howled as they burst free from the Ghost Sail and flew out.
In a short period.
The sails of the Blood Demon Hand were crisscrossed with Fifth-Rank Sequence Undead.
Soon, more than two hundred thirsty for blood, life, and souls, the Sequence Undead found their targets.
Those were the Transcendents from the Blood Waterfall Pirate Team who had charged at the Sea Demon Ship and were not under the ecological protection of the Blood Demon Hand.
Hiss, hiss...
Ao, ao...
Accompanied by sharp, piercing, soul-shaking wails.
The mass of Fifth-Rank Sequence Undead, like demons unleashed, pounced on the delivered feast.
The crew members of the Blood Waterfall Pirate Team.
There weren't many of the Fifth Rank, at most not even twenty people.
The Fourth Rank only had seventy to eighty people.
The rest of the three to four hundred were of the Third Rank.
