Their speeds were not all that different. Even if there were differences in the skill of the refiners who crafted the flying warships, overall, the gap would not be very large.
Moreover, the flying warships' defenses were nearly twice as strong as those of the flying kite warships. In short, whether in attack or defense, flying warships held an overwhelming advantage. And despite their larger size, most flying warships were no slower than flying kite warships.
Once a flying kite warship was targeted, escape was extremely difficult.
Yuan Min had witnessed firsthand the might of a flying warship firing all twelve cannons at once. Before that cataclysmic, world-destroying onslaught, even Lu Xiaotian might be able to withstand the first blast—but could he really withstand the second and third as well? Of course, if Lu Xiaotian were determined to flee, he naturally had the ability to do so. But no one else could manage it.
Lu Xiaotian flashed to the bow and saw the flying warship approaching with such arrogance. His brows furrowed tightly. He had never seen the power of a flying warship firing all its spirit cannons, but since it frightened Yuan Min so badly, it was surely no ordinary thing.
Still, flying warships had yet to reach the point where they could contend with Nascent Soul Ancestors. Compared with the threats Lu Xiaotian had encountered before, they were nothing much. At a critical moment, though, he might still have to use the Bat King's Dharma Wings or the essence of a Tenth-Tier demonic beast.
"It's the Star-Moon Demon Sect from the Star Constellation Cultivation Realm," Yuan Min warned Lu Xiaotian, her face ashen. If she hadn't been on such close terms with Lu Xiaotian, she would already have been tempted to abandon ship and flee.
"Feng Yuehua!" Lu