"General Mi, there's no need to talk nonsense. Just tell me what you want to do." Xiao Jianghe interrupted Mi Ziwen. "Time is tight. The longer we delay, the higher the possibility of the enemy descending."
"That's right. Isn't it just fighting to the death? It's not like we haven't done such things before!" Wang Xin said.
Mi Ziwen gripped the hilt of his sword and cursed, "Damn it. Alright, let's fight to the death!"
Yang Hong also stood up, and the Crimson Firmament Sword began to emit a fiery red light. "We've created so many miracles. We'll definitely succeed this time!"
…
Boom!
The massive ship floating in the air emitted incomparably sharp white light and slashed down.
A figure holding a spear and shining with light roared against the current.
He kept swinging the spear in his hand, blocking or sending white lights flying.
His rising momentum gradually changed, and he finally exhausted his strength.
