Further away,
Yiluo Xi and others were rapidly approaching on a private plane.
Their speed was slower than An Jianyou, who commanded the Tri-Star Mysterious Evil, mainly because boarding the plane and circumventing the airspace control of the Country of Raging Waves took some time.
They weren't too far from the ancient castle where the ritual was to be performed.
When great terror surged in their hearts, they suppressed the panic and pressed their faces against the window to look out.
They then saw the sky filled with fleshy growths and streaks of lightning darting through the clouds, tearing through the flesh.
"The instructor has made a move!"
"After all, only the instructor has such formidable strength."
The girls' eyes, like White Frost's, sparkled with admiration.
Yiluo Xi looked out and quietly clenched her fists.
"Is this the true strength of the instructor?"
"I am still far behind. I need to work harder, to become stronger."
