Cultivo Imortal: Mas Não é um Jogo

A colossal wooden ship, stretching a thousand meters in length, floated on the boundless water surface. Around it, the river boiled as countless massive aquatic spirits and demons violently surged against the great vessel.

There were black fish spirits with bodies four or five meters long, faces covered in scales, and two thick, long fleshy whiskers dangling from their jaws.

Crab spirits stood upright, their backs armored with shells, swinging their pincers wildly.

Unknown aquatic creatures resembling worms, their bodies layered with countless folds, swarmed relentlessly.

A dense throng of water spirits clustered along the ship’s railings, some furiously pounding and crashing against it, others spitting water arrows and venom. Some fish spirits puffed up their gill covers, stirring waves over ten meters high, fiercely smashing into the transparent energy shield enveloping the ship.

“Prepare to charge the Thunderfire Towers!”

On the ship’s thick deck, towering white jade towers stood tall. The jade was warm and smooth, inscribed with thick, densely packed spiritual runes. Around each tower stood four players, hands pressed against the pillars, channeling mana. Brilliant spiritual light raced upward along the runes, converging at the tower’s peak into a fiercely expanding ball of blazing thunderfire. Sparks of lightning crackled wildly within the orb.

“Fire!”

At a command uttered with great vigor, the thunderball, now as big as a fighting cock’s fist, shot forth, plunging into the water.

“Boom!”

The terrifying con