Five years passed in the blink of an eye.
In the Endless Sea, Lei Dong sat at ease atop the massive cannon mounted on the bow of a Flying Boat more than forty zhang long. Clad in black armor, he had his wings raised high. This was the latest ride for Lei Dong's team: a Flying Boat they had seized, fitted with a Fire Dragon Cannon they had bought at great expense on the black market. Load it with an Upper Grade Spirit Stone, and it could fire a Fire Dragon Cannon spell once. Its power was half a notch below the Netherflame Cannon's, but it was still a rare, heavy-hitting cannon. In Kang Prefecture, it might have been nothing special. Here in Zhao Prefecture, though, it was a rarity. Few Flying Boats carried a spell cannon. Even if someone wanted to install one, they might not have the connections—and even with connections, they might not be able to afford the Spirit Stones.
The battle before them seemed to be nearing its end. Qian Luo had single-handedly slain a Golden Core Cultivator with overwhelming force. As for Qing Niangzi, Shangguan, and Old Zhao, these three Foundation Establishment Cultivators had upgraded their spiritual items beyond recognition. With two or three Top Grade Spirit Items apiece, they were far stronger than ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators. The three of them were fighting five Foundation Establishment Cultivators, yet they were handling them with ease, even playing with them like cats toying with mice.
Against a team like this, Lei Dong no longer felt any urge to join the fight. Over the years, they had wiped out at least ten teams of this caliber. A tall, imposing Critical Ghost General stood proudly in midair beside him. On his other side, a huge tiger with