"Hm?" Lü Zhong's gaze sharpened.
A familiar figure surfaced on the murky, churning sea.
Though her body was now a mangled mess, he recognized her at once: Zhao Lin, the Immortal Sect cultivator he had met once before in the East Sea.
What confused Lü Zhong was that she was now completely devoid of life.
'Strange... It was just a massive explosion...'
The explosion had been powerful, comparable to the self-detonation of a Golden Core. But for a Nascent Soul Cultivator, it should have only resulted in heavy injuries at worst—unless they were caught completely off guard.
After securing the Storage Ring from the corpse, Lü Zhong unleashed his Divine Sense without reservation.
It blanketed the surrounding sea for over twenty li.
Soon, he found two more Nascent Soul corpses, both at the Mid-stage. Also aboard the ship had been over a hundred cultivators at Core Formation and hundreds more at Foundation Establishment.
This discovery confirmed Lü Zhong's earlier suspicions.
