Wave after wave of combined attacks rained down on the flying boat. The Spirit Cannons roared almost without pause. The onslaught was deafening, but it failed to inflict any real damage on the boat or its formation disk.
"Tragic. We've spent hundreds of years in bitter cultivation, yet we're still no more than ants..."
Xue Kuangye couldn't help murmuring.
Everyone fell silent and looked toward Xu Yi.
The situation was clearly not what they had expected. They needed Xu Yi to make the call.
Xu Yi's expression remained calm. Smiling, he said, "Gentlemen, why the rush? Someone will come to lend us a hand."
"At a time like this, someone will still come?" Ning Wanren said. "If I'm not mistaken, the head of the Feng family is on that Giant Flying Boat, directing the whole affair. He's an Earth Immortal-level powerhouse. Any help that shows up will be no more than a free offering."
"What if another Earth Immortal comes?" Xu Yi asked.
Lu Wuji and the others stared at him, eyes wide, trying to decide if he was dreaming.
Then a token appeared in Xu Yi's palm. The moment it emerged, several bolts of lightning tore across the dim sky.
"Something's wrong. That's an otherworldly thunderbolt! An object from the upper realm has fallen here. Find out what it is at once!"
The lightning had barely shot out when the head of the Feng family, aboard the family's large Starry Sky Boat, barked furiously. His eyes burned with rage.
Even when facing the assault of tens of thousands, he had remained as steady as a rock. Even when his clansmen had temporarily lost contact with him, he hadn't so much as twitched an eyebrow.
But now, he was terrified beyond measure, as if disaster had struck.
With a flash,