"What should we do, Lord Feng?"
The warriors aboard the Azure Sail Treasure Ship turned their gazes toward that Realm Lord.
This Realm Lord's real name was Feng Zhitang. Since BiFeng Realm lay closest to the Human Dao Alliance's sphere of influence, the Alliance had sent the most people to this team, and Feng Zhitang commanded it.
Watching the Great Realm Passage constantly collapse ahead of them, Feng Zhitang's face had turned ashen.
From the very first day they had stationed themselves here, Feng Zhitang had known this day would come sooner or later. He just had not expected it to arrive so quickly.
"Notify everyone. Don't resist!" Feng Zhitang ordered.
There were no Heavenly Venerates in this team. Including Feng Zhitang, there were only three Realm Lords!
They were like ants blocking the Saint Race's inevitable path. Resistance was practically meaningless...
"Why?"
"Let's fight them!"
"We are martial artists! Even if we die, we have to die with worth!"
It had to be said that the martial artists aboard these Azure Sail Treasure Ships still had plenty of fire in their blood.
Many of them were not particularly afraid of death. What they feared was dying for no reason at all.
Rather than sit and await death, it was better to die in battle with a clear conscience!
"Crack, crack, crack..."
As space shattered, vortex after vortex formed. Turbulent currents within the vortices bloomed into winding storms that spread outward, gorgeous as fireworks slowly rising on a midsummer night. Yet none of the martial artists present had the mood to admire the sight.
All the martial artists climbed onto the bows. Quite a few also drew their weapons, staring straight ahead and remaining on guard.
When the spatial collapse reached the front of the Azure Sail Treasure Ships and