It was as if the sky turned upside down, the turtle shell ship tumbling, crashing into the swirling, pitch-black realm, like falling into an abyss.
"The path ahead is fraught with danger, we must lighten the load to make our way." Golden text appeared again in the void.
The massive insect secretly transmitted to Qin Ming, saying, "Great Saint Taoist friend, what about my earlier proposal?"
Previously, he had contacted Qin Ming, expressing serious doubts that the High Priest of the Lion Clan's ancestral land had followed them, suggesting they unite to deal with Shi Shiyong.
"Alright!" Qin Ming agreed.
Shi Shiyong was the Grandmaster behind the bandits; Qin Ming harbored not a shred of goodwill towards this old lion.
The massive insect secretly informed, "Those three Loose Cultivators have also agreed, now is the time, take action!"
In an instant, chaos erupted aboard the ship.
