Everyone was shocked and angry. They didn't expect the enemy to come so quickly, not giving them any time to react.
A moment ago, they were still discussing in the hall, and the next moment, the other party had come to kill them.
"Bastard, how dare you disturb the old Alliance master's closed-door cultivation."
Fu Jingmen was in a bad mood.
Han Xie, the sect master of the thousand engineering sect, squinted his eyes and looked at the sky. His expression changed.
"There's a flying spiritual artifact in the air."
Cao Qingyang and the other higher-ups looked up and saw a black dot in the blue sky.
Even with their eyesight, they could only barely see that it was a ship-shaped magical treasure.
. flying spiritual artifact ... Cao Qingyang's heart sank, but he did not panic. He had set up checkpoints and Scouts on the Quanrong mountain and the surrounding roads. He had also installed many ballistae on the mountain.
