Five figures fled the Land of Fallen Gods, striding through the sky.
One step carried them a thousand miles, their streaking light leaving no trace.
Only when the ship on the horizon came into view did they stop, unfathomable auras radiating from their bodies as pitying smiles filled their eyes.
"Ignorant ants, truly pitiful."
"After cultivating bitterly for tens of millions of years, this is all they amount to? They even dare dream of defiling the Divine Land. That is a capital crime!"
"Indeed. The foolish masses know not themselves; such is the mandate of fate."
The terrifying Meteor Ancient Boat had never caused even the slightest ripple in their eyes. It looked as battered and worthless as drifting duckweed, too fragile to withstand a single blow.
It seemed that one casual point of a finger would be enough to wipe it out.
As for the living beings aboard the ship, all they drew from the group was contempt.
The leader was somewhat more composed. Turning back, he gave a cold reminder.
"Everyone."
"Though this matter may seem insignificant, Lord Yao personally gave the order. We must spare no effort. Once we return, we can also receive the Immortal Brew bestowed by my lord!"
At those words, the others finally perked up.
A flash of light flickered from the elderly man's sleeve, and a glazed treasure bottle appeared in his hand.
"This is Breath-Severing Soul-Destroying Liquid. Half a bottle remained after its last use. This half-bottle alone, if poured into the sea, would be enough to poison the Ancient Desolate Sea Clan within a million-mile radius. Before long, corpses would cover the waters!"
The others revealed fearful looks, all deeply agreeing.
The leader still seemed unconvinced. He pondered as he looked around.
"Everyone, there cannot be the slightest mistake in