The soldiers made some guesses, thinking that this boat-like thing should be for transportation.
But it's so small, it can't even hold ten thousand at a time. What's the Emperor's Son going to do with it?
Despite their doubts, no one questioned his decision.
When a million soldiers entered the Spirit Light Flying Boat in square formations, Gu Sha couldn't help but open his mouth wide.
"Emperor's Son, what is this?"
"Can this thing... is this thing convenient to carry?"
With no other soldiers around, Xia Feng lightly kicked him.
"If it weren't convenient to carry, why would I take it out?"
"Just thinking about it makes me angry, none of you use your brains. I worry about whether you'll be able to hold these places when I go to the Divine Domain in the future."
Gu Sha scratched his head, looking slightly embarrassed.
Xia Feng squinted towards the direction of the Southern Continent: "But you're not too dumb, at least you know to pick the soft target."
