Huang Mei said, "I told you earlier to hold out for half an incense stick. There's still a quarter hour left. Panicking won't help. At this point, all we can do is fight, gamble everything."
Lu Wuji clenched his fist so hard he wished he could slap Huang Mei into a puddle of flesh.
Seeing that things were going badly, Xue Kuangye hurriedly said, "This flying ship must be the Feng family's means of traveling across the starry sky. If we can get our hands on it, everyone will have a chance to ascend to immortality."
His words were like a shot of adrenaline. The other three in the group immediately perked up.
Lu Wuji also regained his composure and called out, "Listen, everyone! The enemy has brought out its final trump card. As long as we hold on, it'll be the enemy's end. See that flying ship? It can carry us across to the Immortal Realm.
At his words, savage shouts filled the battlefield. Every cultivator stared at the Starry Sky Boat, eyes alight with boundless hope.
At the same time, the fighting spirit in their hearts surged wildly.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Third Young Master Feng went berserk, controlling the Dragon Soaring Ship to unleash dozens of fierce attacks in succession.
Countless cultivators on the battlefield began spitting blood. They frantically stuffed pills into their mouths as if they cost nothing, doing everything they could to keep the formation from collapsing.
Gradually, Third Young Master Feng, inside the Dragon Soaring Ship, grew restless. He had never expected to need the Dragon Soaring Ship on this trip to the lower realm.
Much less had he expected this pack of ants to withstand the Dragon Soaring Ship's attacks until now.
The trouble was, there was no way he could launch attacks