Whoosh! Whoosh!
The torrential rain suddenly began to fall, and the rotten planks amid the storm's onslaught emitted an intense, incessant creaking noise.
Almost instinctively, as if seeing a terrifying monster, the Ghost Ship Captain frantically waved the ship's anchor in his hand, trying to shake off the slippery tentacles on his arm and move away from Chen Qi's strike range.
Relying on his powerful strength, the Ghost Ship Captain took two blows to his chest and, pulling his arms free, quickly distanced himself from Chen Qi's attack range.
The Ghost Ship Captain stabilized himself and looked again at the human before him.
The dense raindrops kept hitting its cloak.
Yet, despite being in their domain, he felt no fear at all; instead, he was enjoying this grand thunderstorm!
Hoping this battle would be exhilarating... Chen Qi once again positioned his blade.
The Ghost Ship Captain's spectral flames blazed up again, and he slammed the anchor onto the deck: