The crowd's expressions were grave as they looked intently toward the end of the void.
Upon seeing only one battleship, both Nanmen Tian and Ziqing breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Thankfully, it's only one, probably here by accident,"
"After all, they didn't need to wait until the secret realm opened to arrive here. Those heavenly materials and earthly treasures useful to them must have already been taken, so there shouldn't be anything worth their return."
"As long as the Mo Frost Demon Tribe hasn't reached maturity, their cultivation level is only in the Condensing Realm, and the strongest among them is at the Gold Core Early Stage. With our strength, we can completely crush them."
Ziqing slowly stood up.
After some rest, she had suppressed her internal injuries, gathered a trace of mana, and could barely fight again.
Yet, upon hearing her words, Chen Yuan remained extremely solemn as he gazed straight into the void.
