"We've walked into a trap, let's go!"
Outside the magic-driven spaceship, two Perfected figures who had just revealed themselves, shrouded in black fog due to their fixation on Wang Zijia, wanted to retreat without a second thought.
"Haha, you've already come, why the hurry now?"
"Indeed, if our peers find out that I, Wanyu, lack proper etiquette, it wouldn't bode well!"
While the two sword repair men laughed heartily, under their directives, their flying swords transformed into a breathtaking spiritual light, carrying a strong sword intent, directed straight at the two who were trying to escape.
The two figures shrouded in black fog didn't dare to be overconfident, they stopped decisively in their tracks, preparing to confront the incoming flying swords. The Sword repairers followed closely, pulling all four figures into a tangled skirmish.
