the light portal that the ancestral dragon war chariot broke was very close to the coordinates of the ancestral dragon ship. they didn't need to take a detour to reach their destination.
"it's really the work of a divine craftsman." bai wushang floated high in the sky, looking down at the divine ship.
in front of it, he was really too small, like a scale in the vast sea, like a grain of sand in the ganges. the two were as different as the sky and the abyss.
" boom boom boom!!! "
suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, followed by dark clouds and deafening thunder. blood-red lightning struck straight down, and a tragic evil qi rolled and rose. the scene of disaster was shocking.
however, the ancestral dragon ship in the center stood tall like a mountain no matter how strong the wind and rain were and how many lightning bolts struck it. the seven-colored godly light didn't decrease at all.
"you're here ..."
