"What is that?!"
Guo Huai, surprised, watched the black wooden ship breaking through the earth, with Black Mist smothering everything below it. Any attack landing on the mist beneath the ship vanished without causing the slightest ripple.
"Ding—Nether Cross's ultimate move."
"Nether Cross's ultimate move is that exaggerated?"
Watching the massive ship block a small part of the sky, Guo Huai didn't know what to say. At this moment, Xiao Ji caught up with the gradually departing ship. Liu Wenli took a look at Feng Yuan, who had returned to his original state, and said in a low voice,
"This must deplete a lot of your energy, right?"
"It's nothing."
Feng Yuan used the Sickle standing upright to support himself from falling, while the Mountain Bandits continued pursuing Feng Yuan and Xiao Ji until they gradually disappeared into the high sky before they could only give up helplessly.
"We won."
