At this moment, the pavilion.
If Su Yan's flower boat was elegant and full of emotions, then Han Qianqian's flower boat is now full of blood and rain, and it would not be too much to describe it as a river of blood.
If any ordinary person came to this place at this time, he or she would be shocked by this hellish scene of a human being.
The water on the deck was as deep as if it had been washed by heavy rain, as if it could be swept in a light boat, but the only difference was that the flowing water and rain was now completely piled up with blood, and the "light boats" were just bodies floating one after another on the surface of the blood stream.
The blood flowed and the bodies were like mountains.
Above the mouth, eight of Han Qianqian's golden bodies were set ablaze with blood, which dripped down the corners of his clothes.
There was a huge gap a metre in front of Han Qianqian, a natural barrier, and even though there were thousands of black-clothed men crowding outside the barrier, none of them dared to take a single step beyond it, holding swords or knives in the air, but looking at Han Qianqian with incomparable fear in their eyes.
The attack by a whole thousand people took place over ten minutes, but the group found that Han Qianqian, who was standing there, was like the immovable king from beginning to end, not retreating at all.
All they got in return for their continuous charges was the constant fall of their companions and the piling up of corpses!
How could this group of men not be afraid and tremble?
However, at that very moment, with the gush of foul stench, came an incomparably powerful burst of pressure!
Faced with this pressure, the mysterious men in black were as terrified and uncomfortable as if they were being crushed by a titanic mountain.
Not to mention them, even Han Qianqian was frowning, his whole body feeling extremely uncomfortable by this heavy pressure.
"The Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Kun, the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the Son, the Ugly, the Yin and the Dao, the Chen, the Si, the Wu and the Wei, the Shen, the You, the Xu and the Hai, the Muddle!"
A distant voice slowly attacked from the sky, and then, like meteors falling wildly, a single figure came down and landed all around the deck.
They were standing or leaning, twelve figures in all!
When Han Qianqian looked at them, he could not help but frown.
Each one was a man with a beast's head, holding a variety of weapons and lightly clad in armour!
Dragon, tiger, snake, rat, horse, ox, sheep, monkey ......
Dragon, tiger, snake, monkey, horse, goat ......
"What? Is it almost New Year's Eve?" Han Qianqian's face was icy cold as he smiled disdainfully, "Putting together a dozen Chinese zodiac signs to pay me New Year's respects?"
That's right, the twelve guys, or rather things, that came were none other than the twelve human beasts that were dominated by the twelve zodiac signs.
The guy with the head of a green dragon, dressed in a green robe, with a human body and a dragon's head, was quite righteous, and upon hearing Han Qianqian's mockery, he could not help but shout coldly, "Little children who do not know the height of heaven, we are the Desert Witch Ancestors, the Twelve Death Gods!"
The rat-headed fellow, although he had rat-eyes, was clad in silver armour and held a golden mace, which made him feel less sinister and more powerful and fierce.
At almost the same time, the thousands of men in black before Han Qianqian knelt down in unison and shouted, "Greetings to the Twelve Gods of Death!
The sound of their voices was so loud that Han Qianqian could not help but feel his eardrums hurt even when he was close to the pavilion!
At this moment, in the cabin, several women were paying attention to the situation above them, after all, the sudden and powerful pressure made several women's nerves tense up, so they all stopped arguing and focused on the ceiling above them.
As the thousands of people on the deck shouted in unison, the earth-shattering sound reached the cabins on the first floor.
When they heard this unison of shocking voices, several women frowned.
Qin Shannon and Su Yingxia frowned because they could obviously tell from the sound that there were many enemies on the deck, which meant that Han Qianqian would face an even more difficult situation!
But Su Yan's frown was not only because of this, but because of the name of the Twelve Deaths.
Thinking about this, Su Yan's eyes penetrated with fear, and in the next second, the whole person muttered, and his body staggered even back ......
"Ten ...... Twelve Gods of Death?"