Si Wuya stared at the seemingly endless fog. Soon enough, he heard Hua Wudao calling out to him.
"Mister Seventh, hurry!"
Without the sea beasts chasing after them, the pressure on the Sky Shuttle had lessened by a lot.
Si Wuya hovered in the sky as his wings kept flapping, giving him better visibility in the fog. However, no matter where he looked, he could not see Zhu Honggong.
When Hua Wudao saw Si Wuyao showing no sign of moving, he launched a palm seal. "Return!"
When Si Wuya saw the palm seal, he sighed before he reluctantly returned to the Sky shuttle.
…
On the deck of the Sky Shuttle.
Everyone sat limply on the ground, gasping for breath. It was as though they had just survived a huge calamity.
As expected, the two spots of bright lights in the fog had disappeared.
