One could only imagine how much spirit energy was needed to support such a huge spiritual boat. Only Ye Xuan had the ability to do so. It was impossible for anyone else to do it.
However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard a cry of alarm. Those strange birds were catching up again!
The scattered black clouds behind them then gathered into a large dark cloud and approached the spiritual boat.
"These strange birds are really persistent."
Ye Xuan maneuvered the spiritual boat, and dozens of wings flapped wildly on it. Even with a protective shield, everyone could still feel the wind blowing past their ears.
Behind them were the strange birds that were in hot pursuit. There was a little excitement in the midst of the danger.
For Ye Xuan, this was an unprecedented novel feeling. It was his first time racing a spiritual boat.
