Meanwhile.
Jocelyn Grant felt like she had a concussion. The incessant ROARING in her ears made her eardrums ache. She could only feel a churning in her chest, as if her organs had all been displaced.
She spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Clutching her chest, she snarled in fury.
"Who... Who was it?"
"Damn it."
She vaguely remembered seeing a Spirit Boat fly past the Immortal Ship, but she hadn't paid it any mind at the time. 'It must have been the people on board.'
'Who on earth wants to harm me?'
The Immortal Ship spiraled out of control, plummeting straight down.
The power of a Top-grade Explosion Talisman was immense. As the ship's hull slammed into the ground, it was met with two more thunderous BOOMS, sending thick smoke and shockwaves billowing into the sky.
A bloodcurdling scream pierced the air.
"AHH—"
"Joce, save me..."
