A race against time, the charge toward the Black Coast!

While Mo Wuxie was thinking, Weng Bufan and Lie Xiao arrived as well.

Both men looked rather grim.

Quite a few people from their two sides had died in those recent waves of shelling.

Weng Bufan looked at Mo Wuxie and said:

"Mo Wuxie, is this what you meant by splitting up? It doesn't seem to have helped at all."

Weng Bufan was a man who held grudges, and he had taken Mo Wuxie's earlier harsh tone to heart.

Lie Xiao hurried to smooth things over. "Household Head Weng, don't be angry. Sect Master Mo surely didn't expect this either. We should discuss what to do next first."

Mo Wuxie ignored Weng Bufan's challenge and turned to Linghu Heng.

"Senior Brother, if I remember correctly, Master entrusted that dharma boat to you before we left, didn't he?"

Linghu Heng's expression froze when he heard that. He said in a low voice:

"Junior Brother, are you thinking of using the Mysterious Heaven Boat? It's a rare treasure. What if those shells damage it?"

Mo Wuxie looked at Linghu Heng.

"If you're unwilling, Senior Brother, we'll have no choice but to go back. I'll tell Master what happened here."

At that, Linghu Heng's face fell at once.

"What are you saying, Junior Brother? If we went straight back after running into a little trouble, I'm afraid Master would be disappointed in us when he found out. I'll bring out the Mysterious Heaven Boat."

Though reluctant, Linghu Heng took a small boat, jade-colored from bow to stern, out of his storage ring.

At first, the little boat was only the size of a palm, but it quickly grew into a colossal dharma boat a thousand meters long.

Lie Xiao looked at the boat and asked curiously, "What's special about this treasure?"

A dharma