Chapter 1638: On the Verge of the Summit
All restrictions in the Void disappeared, and the Ghost Ship slowly descended, coming closer to the ground near the Tower of the Windwalker.
The players still didn’t know what was happening. It was hard for them to believe that Li Yao could tame such an overwhelmingly terrifying Ghost Ship.
Furthermore, to their eyes, Li Yao’s pets had completely vanished, which clearly indicated that Li Yao was likely doomed.
"Finally slipped up this time, huh?"
"Been waiting for this day for a long time."
"Show off all you want, playing the lone hero, now you’ve really messed up."
Many players naturally thought this way. Li Yao had been far too domineering, completely on a different level compared to them. They were all players—why should he be so special? Seeing Li Yao stumble was a rare chance for them to gloat, though they dared not voice their opinions out loud.
Especially as all the Undead knelt on one knee toward the Ghost Ship, while countless Banshees and Ghosts prostrated themselves on the ground, the players’ gloating reached its peak.
The joy on their faces was clear—they were only a step away from cheering outright.
"Wait—something’s not right. The Lich Marshal’s battle flag on the Ghost Ship is being lowered!"
"Look quickly, a new banner is rising! What are the Undead up to—re-raising a flag?"