The Spirit Boat rushed forth, but Xu Changle still felt its speed was too slow, yet he had no choice but to refrain from urging it on, only able to pace back and forth anxiously.
Li Zhirui cast a faint glance at him before lowering his eyes to think about the situation at the Spiritual Cloud Sect.
Li Zhirui hoped that the group of demon cultivators would show their true capabilities, breaking through the Mountain Protection Array and slaughtering a large number of Spiritual Cloud Sect disciples before they arrived.
Especially those Golden Core cultivators, even if they did not fall, that they would suffer foundational damage, preventing them from advancing any further.
After all, the Spiritual Cloud Sect was an ancient Golden Core power with a thousand years of inheritance and profound roots. Although they had never given birth to a Nascent Soul cultivator before, this calamity might stimulate someone to break through their constraints and become a Nascent Soul cultivator.
