This is just the first ship, followed closely by the second, third, fourth...
Each one is several times larger than the so-called aircraft carriers in the present world.
When the densely packed ships silently stopped outside the Hidden World in the starry sky, everyone felt a suffocating sensation.
At the peak of Xu Mountain, Yang Yan led ten swords, and eighteen Emperor-level perfection existences rushed out first.
Following them were powerful figures of Emperor-level and sect-level strength.
Brilliant beams shot up into the sky, eventually all gathering above the Hidden World, forming a presence like a star cluster.
However, such a dazzling star cluster seemed so pale and powerless in front of thousands of giant ships.
Yang Yan stood at the forefront, with Star Night like a flying sword beneath his feet.
Although he did not utter any words or make any movements, the aura he emanated continued to ascend slowly and steadily.
