Zhao Hai commanded the flying iron Harrier to fly forward with a calm expression. The flying iron Harrier had already increased its speed to its maximum. Now, the flying iron Harrier was no longer swaying like a wave, but was flying forward like a sharp arrow.
Mo Liguan's eyes were fixed on the front. His face was calm, but his heart was not calm at all. As one of the Grand elders of the cloud devil sect, he had not fought for many years. This was the first time he had fought.
