Arrival at the Fox Clan Holy Land
With Zhao Xingyuan handling things this way, all their worries vanished in an instant.
First of all, Zhao Xingyuan hadn't set the price for boarding. Those desperate to get aboard had named their own price, so no one could accuse them of taking advantage of the crisis.
Besides, everyone here was a person of standing. Once they had named their price, none of them would go back on their word.
And Zhao Xingyuan had also said that as long as they stood together and maintained order after boarding, the price of passage would be reduced. This was an even more brilliant tactic, because even without Zhao Xingyuan's urging, those aboard would naturally fight with everything they had to protect the Flying Boat.
At that moment, after hearing Zhao Xingyuan's words, the people who had already been suffering terribly no longer cared about anything else. They immediately handed over their offerings, their bodies giving off the stench of scorched flesh as they scrambled aboard the Flying Boat.
The commotion naturally drew the attention of the strange fire, which had already begun to view them as elixirs.
In an instant, several fire dragons surged up from the terrifying sea of flames and charged toward them.
Seeing this savage attack, Wu Taotao, who had just been brooding over being singled out and kept off the Flying Boat, immediately took malicious delight in their predicament. Of course, he didn't just stand there watching. While the strange fire focused most of its attention on the Flying Boat, he promptly fled into the distance.
Those who had yet to board—or were still hesitating—naturally reacted just like Wu Taotao.
In an instant, everyone scattered like startled birds and beasts.
On board, even those who had made it onto the Flying