"You go on ahead. I'm confident I can handle this thing!"
Yang Yi displayed combat strength far beyond what he had shown before as he fought the Goddess Statue. Few could see clearly, however, because their surroundings were too bright. Apart from a handful of exceptions, they could only feel the residual force of the two sides' clashes, but even that was shocking enough.
Cui Xiya and Cui Bisi were unafraid of the intense light and could see Yang Yi's figure. He moved extremely fast, his body wrapped in dim gray light like a darting meteor, battling the many tentacles extending from the God Statue's feathered robe.
Every so often, he swept across the God Statue's surface, leaving an enormous gash. His sword seemed poisonous: any area it injured grew dark, and the wounds were extremely difficult to heal.
"All right, then we'll head back to Steam Island first and wait for your good news!"
Dara was the first to answer Yang Yi, then began urging the others on deck to leave quickly. Staying here would not be much help, and they might even be infected by the Holy Light and turned into blind believers.
So they all left, taking even the Abyss Nautilus in the cabin with them.
With those people gone, Yang Yi no longer had any reservations and grew more vicious with his attacks, because he, too, very much wanted to know... just how much he could accomplish now.
Yang Yi suddenly retreated. As though he could fly, the force generated by his feet stepping on the air was enough to give him aerial maneuverability, granting him flight speed that rivaled Dear Friend's.
Once he was in a suitable position, he began powering the Blood Ratchet. The Broken Iron Greatsword in his hand grew longer and heavier