"No, it's not time yet. Come on, you too, join us." Zhang Benchu shook his head and refused, then called out to Zhao Chunfeng to help steer the ship.
Hearing this, Zhao Chunfeng immediately stepped forward and pressed his hand there, his own immortal power surging in frantically.
"Captain, we have two minutes left. If we don't use that thing within two minutes, everyone on this ship will die." Zhao Chunfeng said.
Zhang Benchu said nothing, firmly controlling the ancient ship, trying to accelerate to escape the dark whirlpool.
It was really unlucky, sailing along nicely until a dark whirlpool appeared unexpectedly. He speculated that it might not be naturally occurring, probably related to that Jiao Long.
He guessed, maybe the Jiao Long used some means, probably intending to devour everyone on this ship to heal its injuries?
"Damn."
