Mrs. and Mr. Smith

At this extreme speed, half of the journey has already been completed.

This time is several times ahead compared to before!

"From now on, distribute personnel to guard the warship. Those called must stay on alert at the designated positions. Remember, do not retreat no matter what you encounter, or face death! Numbers one to twenty, start!"

Sterling Hale's voice reached everyone's ears.

"Twenty people on alert?"

Ethan Smith frowned slightly. This seemed a bit exaggerated as they were all masters with the Power of the Waking Summit. Did they need so many people on alert?

"This is already the boundary between the Hominini and the other races. The places you've been to before were probably dominated by the Hominini. But beyond here, the Hominini can no longer be considered the dominant race. In these areas, any carelessness can result in utter doom. On the map, from here to Divine Silkworm Ridge is almost entirely marked in dark colors."

Every Holy Kingdom needs to carefully collect intelligence, and that is where Fatty's work has been quite good.

Now, he patiently explained this to Willa.

Boom!

Before Ethan Smith could reply, a force as overwhelming as a landslide surged in.

The two masters with the Power of the Waking Summit nearby joined forces to fend off this strike.

Not far away, a ten-meter tall Bull-headed Troll was blocking the ship's path.

Its blood-red eyes glanced at the Ancient Ships before its massive hoof stomped down viciously.

Mountain Splitter!

An energy transmitted across the Void, then exploded violently in front of the ship.

The four people in front were blasted back by this immense force, and in an instant, someone approached the Bull-headed Troll closely.

Its armor glowed a fiery red, and even Ethan Smith in the middle of the ship could feel the intense heat.

Fire Armor Spell!

Two magical artifacts struck the Fire Armor, only to melt a portion of it.

The two masters with the Power of the Waking Summit were shocked, as the damage to the Magic Weapon also caused them some harm.

Impossible!

The two exchanged a glance, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

The Demon clan can comprehend such high-level spells? And it's a Bull Demon.

Swoosh!

A sharp noise rang out as a swordsman seized the moment when the Bull Demon was distracted.

One sword pierced from the Void, with such extreme Sword Energy directly drilling through the Bull-headed Troll's entire head.

By the time the Bull Demon crashed to the ground, the swordsman had already sheathed the sword and sat back down.

Swordsman, Xerena Duncan! Path Spirit Realm Level Twelve!

Sithur Fatty said softly.

This person was someone the Sithur Family wanted to recruit so earnestly, yet they could never bring him under their clan's sway, leaving a deep impression on Sithur Fatty.

Very strong!

Ethan Smith nodded thoughtfully.

That sword energy was absurdly powerful, breaking through the Bull-headed Troll's defense in an instant.

And this was only the first wave of attacks they encountered, with continuous assaults later making Ethan Smith feel an increasing horror.

He had never ventured into these regions before, nor did he expect these Different Races to be so ferocious.

Even with eighty masters having the Power of the Waking Summit, they started facing losses.

After seven or eight consecutive waves of attacks over two days, the team had lost four people.

It's crucial to know these were experts with awakened Pinnacle Force, rare even among millions.

Fourth team, numbers sixty to eighty, it's your turn.

Sterling Hale's voice reached Ethan and his group.

Holly!

A rank passed Ethan and his group, leaving behind a chuckle.

Before Ethan and his group could react, the warship traversed the Void in an instant.

Throughout the Void, blood-red pupils like lanterns had locked onto them.

Boom!

Instantly, the warship was hit by one of them.

The warship tilted at forty-five degrees and nearly capsized.

"Be careful! Nether Barbarian Tribe!"

Fatty warned Ethan Smith with a heavy expression.

Before he could speak, the Nether Barbarian Tribe already launched their attack.

In an instant, countless streams of light coursed through the Void, then rapidly assaulted the group.

Boom!

The body slammed fiercely against Ethan Smith, causing a wave of bone-cracking pain.

The whole body flew violently backward, and the brutal force tore apart half his chest.

Before he could react, the figure was already hovering above.

Then, like a meteor, it crashed toward him.

Not good!

Ethan Smith's expression changed drastically; with Divine Enthronement power in him now, he couldn't use powerful spells.

If hit by this monstrous strength, his divine body would be exposed.

"Ancestral Chaos Fire!"

Ethan Smith unsealed the Ancestral Chaos Fire.

Under the control of his divine sense, the Ancestral Chaos Fire adhered to his fist.

Then, with a direct punch, he burned the Primordial Barbarian Tribe in front of him to ashes.

Damn! That's awesome, boss!

Fatty exclaimed in surprise.

Ancestral Chaos Fire-ranked Divine Fire, most users employ Heavenly Dew of Earth for body protection.

Everything else depended on fate, yet Ethan Smith could control it to adhere to his fist.

What an extraordinary Divine Soul Power! That Divine Fire is first-rate in this world!

Before Ethan Smith could react, three black shadows thunderously slammed into his back.

The terrifying force directly slammed Ethan Smith onto the Ancient Ships, pushing the ship along with Ethan Smith back several thousand meters.

A mouthful of blood mingled with internal organs spewed out violently.

Ethan Smith emanated a faint Aura of the Night, gently transferring that damage.

His eyes turned red, desperately suppressing the Power of God-Sealing.

If this power was unleashed, his body's immortal secret would be exposed.

Being unusual, he feared he would be attacked by these people.

Thus, he could only use the weakest Aura of the Night to heal slowly, and he must avoid being discovered by the God-Sealing Panel, lest he faces an irreparable situation.

"The power of the Path of Dreams?"

Sterling Hale glanced at Ethan Smith, seemingly surprised.

While Stone Schroeder, always absorbed in reading, remained motionless, as if everything happening here had nothing to do with him.

"Damn it, that's your bald donkey station's area; did you deliberately let them over?"

Sithur Fatty swore angrily.

Just at the last moment, the rank clearly suddenly dodged aside.

This led to Ethan Smith being assaulted by three Nether Barbarian Tribe members. Sithur Fatty couldn't stand it anymore.

"The three Demon Beasts suddenly exploded in force, far exceeding my defense, dodging was a helpless move. But their successful sneak attack also speaks to your lack of vigilance, doesn't it?"

The rank chuckled and nonchalantly returned to his position.

"Numbers one to twenty, switch positions!"

Sterling Hale spoke up, stopping the conflict.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Sithur Fatty asked anxiously.