In the darkness, the ferry continued calmly toward the Confucian Grove.
Everything around them had been drawn away by the Star Lord. Anything obscured by the dark clouds could not be glimpsed at all.
Yet Luo Tong could still sense it.
He felt his perception being amplified. He caught every movement in the air and reconstructed it in his mind.
That was not a battle.
That was a massacre!
The power of divine abilities was amplified by emotion. Chen Yu and the others' emotions were now the best catalyst for their divine abilities, allowing them to unleash extraordinary strength.
Every breath brought a collision, and every five minutes, a puppet fell.
Masses of parts rained down like a storm, covering the ferry's deck in a layer of snow formed from puppet corpses.
Sensing everything in the darkness, Luo Tong felt calmer than ever before.
Although the battle had not yet ended, he felt that President Chen would not lose.
That trust made him forget all his worries. It also made him realize that as long as Chen Yu was there, he could charge forward without hesitation. Far away, inside an elegant bamboo tower in the Confucian Grove, one of Qiu Tianyu's clones paused. The chess piece in his hand fell onto the board of its own accord, instantly trapping a section of his own forces to death.
Across from him, a young Confucian scholar smiled faintly and casually captured Qiu Tianyu's great dragon. As he removed the pieces, he said with a smile, "Dao Lord, you were distracted."
"Yes. He actually made it out. Even the hundred-man group could not stop him. They were completely wiped out..."
"Who are you talking about? Chen Yu? Heh heh, from the sound of it, he has some strength, but that is all. Dao