"Since the Venerable has spoken, then I shall obey the Venerable's command."
After saying this, the minotaur lightly waved his hand. In an instant, streaks of light flared to life, all of them converging upon the Stellar Warboat.
Just as the lights were about to destroy the Stellar Warboat, a blue radiance lit up from the vessel and blocked every one of the attacks.
"Oh? To withstand such a dense barrage of attacks, this warboat is no ordinary thing."
The minotaur narrowed his eyes as he pondered inwardly. Any warboat capable of enduring such concentrated attacks had to be extraordinary—at the very least, an immortal-grade one.
He could not afford to provoke someone who could command an immortal-grade warboat.
Immortal-grade warboats were immensely valuable—so valuable that even if they sold the entire Heaven-Devouring Bull Clan, they still could not afford a single one.
At that moment, he found himself caught between a rock and a hard place. On one side stood a young man with a terrifyingly immense background; on the other was an incomparably mysterious warboat.
Neither side was someone he could afford to offend.
Meanwhile, the Human Race camp in the distance wore extremely grim expressions upon witnessing this scene, yet there was nothing they could do.
"They're disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. This is troublesome now. The Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom has stepped in as well; even the Blue Sky Treasury can no longer be protected. Hall Master, let's retreat."
A young man behind the middle-aged man spoke softly.
He seemed deeply wary of the young man watching the show from afar.
"Step by step, we retreat. Step by step, we endure. When will it ever end? The person aboard that warboat is clearly one of our Human Race brethren, so why has he not