Jia Fugui and Donglin Tingyue were no slower to act. Without the slightest hesitation, they immediately activated their various magic treasures. In an instant, waves of restless, violently berserk power erupted from those treasures.
Jia Fugui's entire body shriveled in a moment. Almost instantly, he squeezed the spiritual power within him dry. Otherwise, there was simply no way he could activate so many magic treasures at once.
Fortunately, activating magic treasures here relied mainly on the power of Divine Sense, with spiritual power only serving as support. He merely had to split his Divine Sense into more than twenty strands and trigger the formations within the treasures, rather than use spiritual power to force them apart.
If that were the case, then even as a late-stage Nascent Soul great cultivator, he could only force apart one or two magic treasures of this rank at the same time.
In just another half-breath, the two of them could build the magic treasures' momentum to its peak and launch their final clash against the old woman surnamed He.
But at that moment, the old woman surnamed He outside the room suddenly looked toward a spot on the deck, then let out a cold snort.
"Hmph! You hid yourself deeply indeed! You few, come over and blast open the restriction here. Kill the people inside!"
The old woman surnamed He abruptly put away the ghost-face banner. With a flickering sway, her figure shot toward a spot on the deck.
At the same time, her voice reached the ears of the group of six cultivators searching the rooms.
Within her Divine Sense, she had suddenly sensed a faint trace of aura moving across the middle section of the flying vessel's deck.
Its direction was actually toward the stairs leading to the second level.
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