The person leading the group laughed, "Rest assured, envoy, we are willing to shed our blood for the Heavenly Dao!"
These dozens of people transformed into streams of light, flying towards the final Treasure Ship.
Lan Zhixian's smile gradually faded.
Four True Immortals exchanged glances, each looking somewhat solemn.
"Why are more reinforcements being sent?"
"Was the Heavenly Dao's previous mobilization insufficient?"
"Who knows."
"Say no more," Lan Zhixian narrowed her eyes slightly, "Return to your positions and continue forward."
The female True Immortal beside her whispered, "Will there be more reinforcements later?"
Lan Zhixian did not answer.
She sat in the bow of the ship, continuing to wipe her Immortal Treasure Long Sword, appearing entirely different from her previous absurd demeanor in the cabin.
After proceeding for less than half an hour, a vortex appeared on the Immortal Spirit Road, with dozens of streams of light entering it.
