Above the Thousand Suns City, thousands of warships suddenly appeared in the sky.
When the Darkness Tribe cultivators saw it from afar, they panicked. "This is bad. A massive troop from the Radiant Church has arrived."
"We should leave now."
"If we leave now, what about Lord Dark Dragon?"
"We won't be of much help to Lord Dark Dragon if we stay here. We might even end up getting in his way. At times like this, we can only believe Lord Dark Dragon will be alright."
"That's right. Let's go."
They had no choice but to leave helplessly.
Meanwhile, an elderly man in long white robes was standing on deck in one of the larger warships. He had a calm expression on his face.
He looked at the Thousand Suns City shrouded within the Dark Enchanted Barrier now, his eyes cold. He said indifferently, "Everyone, on my command, deploy the Radiant Sky King Formation!"
"The Grant Priest's order is our command!"
