The hull began to emit creaking sounds under the unbearable burden.
Inside the cabin, over a hundred elite disciples of Bright Flame Sect were fully armed, each holding a magical artifact, their expressions tense.
Although their eyes held fear, there was more of a resolute determination.
They were all aware of the true mission of this journey and understood what being surrounded by these monster birds meant.
True Master Qing Lan took a deep breath and abruptly turned to face all the disciples in the cabin.
His gaze swept over each familiar face, his throat somewhat choked.
These were Foundation Establishment disciples, the elite of the sect,
"Disciples of Bright Flame Sect, hear my order!"
His voice was loud, overpowering the screeching of the monster birds outside and the mournful wails of the shield.
"Here!"
Over a hundred voices responded in unison, shaking the cabin.
