Wild winds swooshed, the white clouds dispersed then congregated.
Three flying boats, like arrows shot from their strings, arranged in a triangle, advanced northward.
The creaking noises were incessant.
Luo Chen, who was standing at the prow of the boat, frowned at the flying boat beneath his feet.
"I've tried my best to reinforce it," Min Longyu hastily reassured him from the side.
Luo Chen shook his head, "It's not your fault."
Min Longyu couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
Considering the battered and shaky state of the Sky Hawk Flying Boat, it's no wonder he was not to blame.
In the battle at Gaoling Plains, Sky Hawk Flying Boat bore the brunt of the attack.
First, it suffered a hit from Tu Shan's Repeated Stamp, and then was besieged by the Immortal Cultivators of the Great Lake Gang even after it had landed.
Even though Duan Feng had swiftly put it away, a lot of damage had already occurred.
