"Donathur! Hurry! Go and lure that hell monster out." Qing Ming said to Donathur calmly.
"Hehe—" Donathur sneered darkly, and a dark spear suddenly protruded from his right sleeve.
This is the magic soul gun.
Then he saw him jump up, and suddenly there were more than a dozen tentacles stabbing him head-on.
The pistol in Donathur's hand suddenly shook, and hundreds of cold star gun shadows flashed out, tearing the oncoming assassination tentacles into countless pieces of meat.
The body suspended in mid-air suddenly fell towards the sea.
"Plop!"
In the blink of an eye, his body dived into the bottom of the water, stirring up a tall water column.
The long sword in Qing Ming's hand now burst out with countless sharp sword energy like poisonous snakes, attacking the tentacles surrounding the battleship.
"Pfft—puff—puff—"
In an instant, those tentacles were easily cut off by the sword energy.
The battleship, which was shaking violently and seemed about to break at any moment, suddenly regained its composure.
The spinning feeling in Mubai's mind that day disappeared instantly. He exhaled loudly, pulled out the dragon-slaying knife from the deck, and subconsciously approached Qingming.
"How come there are hell monsters here suddenly attacking us?" Mubai asked with lingering fear.
Qing Ming frowned and said: "This is not a coincidence. If you don't want to die, just hide in the cabin immediately."
Mubai was startled and said, "I'm not afraid of death."
Qing Ming smiled coldly and said nothing more, staring at the sea ahead.
Ever since Donathel dived into the bottom of the sea, everything seemed to have returned to calm instantly.
At this time, the battleship's power drive was restarted and slowly rose into the air.
After the sneak attack by the mysterious hell monster just now, at least more than fifty envoys and a dozen sailors were killed.
On both sides of the battleship, five hatches were opened, and five huge black gun barrels stretched out. There was a faint glow of hot fire in the gun barrels, and they were already condensing the attack energy of the magic circle.
When the battleship rose to a height of one thousand meters, the calm sea surface suddenly set off a huge wave hundreds of meters high.
"Boom!" There was a terrifying explosion.
The entire sea surface boiled instantly, and a column of water rose up to a height of 1,000 meters.
"Crash!"
When the water column reached its highest point, it suddenly broke apart, and for a while it felt like a torrential rain was falling in the sky.
Donathur holds the Demonic Soul Gun and stands proudly in front of the battleship like a god of war.
The cloak above his head had been lifted, revealing an extraordinary and handsome profile, with long silvery white hair hanging loosely. His face was extremely deep, and he said: "It's the angry sea! Sure enough, 'those guys' got the news and set up an ambush here in advance.