"Turn!"
"Broadside!"
"Fire!"
The spiritual power cannon on the divine ship finally began to retaliate, densely packed spiritual light beams filled the sky. The enemy refused to be outdone, the two fleets tangled with each other, and the rumbling artillery left large holes on each other's ship hulls, with the anguished screams of cultivators occasionally echoing in the sky.
After all, the firepower of the Void-Soaring and Distant-Guarding Divine Ship was stronger. Under concentrated fire, an enemy ship was engulfed in flames, along with the cultivators who failed to escape, plummeting into the Cold River.
On the Golden Core battlefield, Master Xuan Jing scanned his divine sense here and immediately cursed out loud.
