"Swoosh!"
A figure streaked across the sky above Jiageng.
The sea of fire had extinguished.
This large ship had been burned to charcoal, its core array patterns destroyed, its hull burnt beyond repair, leaving only the main body intact.
"Is it over already?"
Qing Sun furrowed his brows, watching the scene before him with disbelief.
The moment Jiageng lost control, he reacted immediately, leaping from the main ship, following it down.
But unexpectedly.
The Cloud Ship was simply too fast—
Now nursing serious injuries and constantly battling the devouring flames, he couldn't possibly keep up at full speed.
He had risked his life to get here, only to see the remains of a Cloud Ship.
Everything was over.
Plonk.
