But before those Flying Boats drew close, Wang Yu noticed something was wrong.
Why were these Flying Boats fleeing in such haste, without the slightest semblance of formation? The Four Sects disciples aboard the boats at the front all looked panic-stricken, and kept glancing behind them.
Almost at the same moment, a thunderous roar tore through the air from the horizon in that same direction. More Flying Boats appeared in a dense swarm. Most were stark-white Bone Boats wrapped in black mist, while the rest were bizarrely shaped vessels emblazoned with Demonic Path insignias.
These Flying Boats carried two or three hundred Demonic Path disciples, each excitedly driving the magical artifact beneath them as they pursued the Four Sects' boats ahead.
The Demonic Path Immortal Cultivators aboard the few Bone Boats leading the pursuit even activated flying knives, flying forks, and other magical artifacts, bombarding the straggling Four Sects Flying Boats from afar.
The Four Sects disciples aboard those lagging boats had no heart for battle. They merely released various magical artifacts and spells to defend themselves, pouring most of their dharma power into the Flying Boats beneath them in the hope of fleeing a little faster.
Wang Yu was utterly bewildered.
Although the Demonic Path had more than twice as many Flying Boats and Immortal Cultivators as the Four Sects, surely that was no reason to scatter and flee like this, utterly unable to fight back.
Just as he was puzzling over this, a ripple appeared above the Four Sects' Flying Boat fleet. A billowing mass of black mist abruptly rolled out, and a Sky-Reaching Bone Hand the size of a pavilion descended from it, spreading its five fingers to scoop downward.
Its five fingers swept across like five enormous pillars, scooping up six or seven Flying Boats that