The thunder of cannon fire and billions of electromagnetic faux lines filled the air, and Jiang Ding was somewhat reluctant.
Under the relentless bombardment of the Super Warship Great Sun, the army formation of the seven daoists was in disarray. Each daoist was accumulating injuries, and even considering their trump cards, they would be worn down within at most ten years.
Then, a real opportunity to strike a killing blow would emerge.
However, looking around, the army formation of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace was breaking through from a distance, desperately controlling the heavy machinery of the army formation to increase speed and complete the encirclement.
Once they succeeded, the fleet of the Xianmen Sect would face certain death, and sixty Air-Space groups would be entirely buried here.
"I am not like Zhong Guangzi…"
Jiang Ding took a deep breath.
