The Bramble Bird ship was speeding across the space vortex.
The Professionists that were sent to surround the ship had been wiped out and returned to dust.
The space vortex regained its calm.
It was almost as if the multitudes of Professionists just now were a still image that forced its way in front of Gu Qing Shan's group just to vanish a second later.
Gu Qing Shan stood up.
The man's wounds had been treated, but Gu Qing Shan didn't know when he would wake up again.
The man was laying on the deck of the ship, still unconscious.
------can this guy that was randomly grabbed by the wooden arm really save me in a future crisis?
Gu Qing Shan was a bit uncertain, looking at the man.
But he truly was saved from grave danger from within the void of space just now.
Gu Qing Shan didn't understand the power of Occultism, but he had already experienced it first-hand.
