The Murder Shrine's fleet stopped at the edge of the cosmic storm. The main combat ships were rather close to the storm's edge, but the smaller ships had to stay further away for fear of being swept up in the storm.
After all, not everyone could be as crazy as Xia Fan, relying on a small frigate to charge into that terrifying storm!
"Curses!"
On the command deck of a battleship, the captain of the ship, the black-robed Jin Cankun, clenched his fists and slammed the command platform, his voice brimming with rage.
Jin Cankun was the commanding officer of the Murder Shrine's 17th Fleet. After he received the report from his comrades in Beacon City, he led the fleet patrolling the area to capture Xia Fan and recover the Immortal Wine.
It should have been a very easy mission, but in the end, Xia Fan had run away. That crazy guy had actually piloted the Disaster into the center of the cosmic storm. That was far beyond Jin Cankun's expectations.
