In the jagged abyssal chasm, the patrol ship that was originally thought to be destroyed suddenly bounced up.
Its unusually agile posture was like a Dragonfly standing upright in a lotus pond, fast and stable.
However, if an expert were to see this, they would realize that this was not the case.
At this moment, the patrol ship was like a drunk man, or a headless fly, on the verge of losing control.
The cultivators in the patrol ship's control cabin were all furious.
"You idiots, can you stop causing trouble?"
The cultivator in charge of the flight roared in anger as he tried his best to maintain the stability of the patrol ship.
In his heart, there was only one thought at this moment, and that was that it was easier to see than to do.
He had thought that controlling the patrol ship would be an easy task, but after operating it, he realized that it was not the case.
