Inside the newly built Heated Wormhole Express Tunnel #1, the air was warm, dry, and smelled faintly of lemon floor-cleaner.
Dry-Well Express No. 1 glided smoothly down the center rail track at warp speed, followed by Boss Qian’s twelve bronze grain freighters driving happily along the twelve-lane asphalt highway beside the train. Through the observation windows, the forty-eight thousand rescued sailors were waving their hats and cheering as fifty light-years of terrifying void turbulence flashed safely past outside the thick white-jade concrete walls.
However, halfway down the tunnel—where a secondary spatial crack branched off toward the dark nest of the Nine-Nether Ghost Immortal Sect—a massive ambush force was already racing out!
WHOOOOOOSH!
Three hundred colossal White-Bone War Galleons, led by the Nine-Nether Sect’s vanguard commander, Ghost-Admiral Yin Kui (Rank 8 Mid), burst out of the side branch into the main wormhole tunnel!
On the prow of the lead flagship, Ghost-Admiral Yin Kui stood twelve feet tall, wearing a cloak woven from ten thousand wailing shadows. He had received Ghost-General Wu’s panicked distress call ten seconds ago, and he had brought the entire Third Ghost Fleet out to crush the intruders and loot Pei Xuan’s train.
“What in the Nine Hells is this?!”
