Hua Shang ignored her anger and left the sky with the people of shenxiao Palace.
Only the rest of the seriously injured martial artists were left. They supported each other and left.
A moment later, a large number of runes appeared in the sky. They formed a circle and spun continuously. Gradually, they condensed into a round profound level weapon. On it, there were engravings of the four directions of heaven and earth and boundless light.
A figure appeared on top of it. He swept his gaze around and held his chin with one hand as he fell into deep thought.
Soon after, the runes flew into the round profound level weapon and disappeared with the figure.
Somewhere tens of thousands of miles away, seven to eight warships appeared in the sky. They were not of high grade, and the one at the front was only a sixth-grade blueluan warship.
The battleship was filled with injured demon race members, all of them sitting cross-legged to recover without exception.
