"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
Five streaks of light shot up from the bottom of the cabin, instantly enveloping the entire cloud sea with a terrifying aura.
The leading old man in the black robe tore off his hood, revealing a face full of wrinkles yet exuding immense authority.
"Yin Hongxiao! Tu Qianyue! Mo Qisha!"
The old man's eyes widened in anger, his voice exploding like thunder, "You Jieyun Thieves have indeed become increasingly rampant!"
With this angry shout, the cloud sea trembled slightly, dispersing some of the swirling black mist.
Behind the old man, four tributors simultaneously released their pressure, forming a web with the aura of Great Perfection in Divinity Transformation Realm, which enveloped the entire battlefield.
"I wondered who it was." Yin Hongxiao leaned lazily atop the giant python's head, her red lips curving into a cold smile, "Turns out it's Elder Mo from Duobao Trading House. What, you're escorting the cargo yourself this time?"
