The Ghost Ship sped towards the city from the sea at a great velocity, and soon, numerous masts arose into view, their sails fluttering.
"The aura of the Antler Furnace!"
From a distance, the burly man from the northeast Hou Mu couldn't take his eyes off the sight, staring intently at the large ship, muttering in disbelief, "My goodness, I can't believe I'm seeing a witchcraft creation with the aura of a Furnace!"
It wasn't just him, his teammates from the Southern Alliance who had come along were also engaged in a buzz of discussion.
Those who could represent the Alliance on a visit to Lu Jiao were no minor figures, or else they wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps in Mr. Cao's teeth, and the Alliance couldn't afford to lose such people.
Even the least powerful Demon Hunter present had enough capability to sense that magical Furnace Power.
