This is an enormous, pitch-black figurehead!

The top is cast with a menacing beast head, its green-glowing eyes overlooking the fleeing Sea Gatherers on the shore.

Suddenly.

The beast’s mouth opened and let out an incredibly piercing scream.

The sound was like that of a steam whistle!

Where the sound wave passed, the Sea Gatherers closest to the ship didn’t even have time to make a sound before their heads were shattered.

Those who, by luck, escaped with their lives showed painful expressions, testament to the terrifying nature of the sound.

Kong Xiangdong also felt his Qi Blood surging, and beneath him, the Free-Loading Bird leader wanted to flee several times but was stopped by him each time.

Because he knew that everything he was witnessing was crucial, possibly directly related to the future situation of the land Beyond the World, so even at great risk, he had to see what would happen next.

Meanwhile, the Sea Gatherers, who had been stunned by the sound attack, finally regained their senses and continued to cry out in terror as they fled farther.

Liu Shiyi was naturally among them.

At this moment, he only cursed his parents for not giving him two more legs, paying attention to nothing else as he sprinted away.

But just then, a loud gunshot suddenly rang out behind him, and a Sea Gatherer running beside Liu Shiyi had his head blown open.

Blood and brain matter splattered over a dozen meters, and the corpse stumbled forward another several steps before collapsing to the ground.

This terrifying, bloody scene scared Liu Shiyi out of his wits, but he didn’t stop, leaping over the corpse in a single bound.

In the next instant, Liu Shiyi suddenly felt something grabbing his ankle, nearly causing him to tumble.

Turning back, Liu Shiyi’s face instantly turned as white as paper.

For the corpse that had just had its head blasted off was now sitting up, both hands gripping his ankle tightly.

"This... this..." Liu Shiyi stammered for a long time but couldn’t finish a sentence.

Because the scene before his eyes had already surpassed the tolerance of an average person’s psyche.

After all, how could a corpse, dead beyond dead and missing its head, possibly still reach out and grab his ankle?

But it happened!

Liu Shiyi struggled desperately, trying to break free from the "corpse’s" hold.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t budge the corpse an inch.

On the contrary, its grip only tightened.

Liu Shiyi grunted in pain, drawing the dagger from his waist in a frenzy and stabbing at the "corpse" regardless.

But since the corpse was already dead, no amount of stabbing seemed to affect it.

Driven to anger, Liu Shiyi raised his knife to hack at the corpse’s hands, intent on breaking his restraints.

But it was too late; there was a sudden snapping sound.

Liu Shiyi’s ankle was crushed as if by sheer brute force, causing him to cry out in agony, nearly passing out.

However, after crushing his ankle, the corpse seemed to have completed its mission, collapsing to the ground with a thud and making no more movement.

Liu Shiyi laboriously pried open the corpse’s hands, but the thought of standing was impossible; he could only crawl forward.

At the same time, the continuous sound of gunfire echoed nearby, dropping a Sea Gatherer with each shot.

And you had no idea where the bullets were coming from.

This unknown fear was the most tormenting.

Yet even all these couldn’t compare to the resurrected corpses.

Liu Shiyi saw with his own eyes a Sea Gatherer just shot dead suddenly rise from the ground and then savagely bite his former comrade to death.

The screams of his comrade echoed over the battlefield for a long time, causing Liu Shiyi to shiver uncontrollably.

At this moment, remorse filled his heart.

He regretted not heeding Kong Xiangdong’s advice, allowing himself to be blinded by minor gains and ending up in this dire situation.

But it was too late for regrets now.

Liu Shiyi could only do his best to lower his presence, crawling slowly away from the terrifying battlefield.

Meanwhile, Kong Xiangdong lay on the back of the Free-Loading Bird leader, eyes fixed on every happening on the battlefield.

The gunfire originated from the enormous, fog-shrouded ship.

Clearly, someone on the ship was killing the Sea Gatherers.

But that wasn’t the main concern.

Kong Xiangdong’s focus was on the resurrected corpses.

For just upon encountering, he sensed the sinister, terrifying nature of this tactic.

Imagine a comrade, once fighting beside you and sharing meals, suddenly becoming your enemy after being killed — what would you feel?

This is everyone’s nightmare.

Moreover, no defensive formation could withstand such a tactic for long.

The reason is nothing else.

The blow to morale is just too great.

No matter how battle-hardened, even the most elite troops couldn’t withstand this tactic for long before collapsing into chaos due to crumbling morale.

So Kong Xiangdong focused almost exclusively on this.

And upon close observation, he did notice something peculiar.

He found that whenever a Sea Gatherer died, a wisp of gray mist swiftly entered the corpse.