"Can it really hold?"
Zheng Xiaoman asked in disbelief.
After all, outside was a genuine True Monarch Perfection.
Before Xu Yang could answer, the middle-aged man lunged forward and struck with his palm.
Boom!
The Cyan Flame Boat shook violently, roaring as the spiritual light on its surface flashed.
Over ten thousand Supreme Spirit Crystals were instantly consumed!
Watching this, Xu Yang's heart ached as if it were bleeding.
The two million plus Supreme Spirit Crystals he had worked so hard to obtain would all probably be wasted here today.
The palm hit, yet the Cyan Flame Boat was completely unharmed.
The vanished shield was reactivated as more Supreme Spirit Crystals were injected.
Zheng Xiaoman blinked in a daze. A flush appeared on her previously pale face, and she couldn't help but exclaim with joy, "It really held!"
Dad, please hurry up and come.
She prayed anxiously in her heart.
Outside.
The middle-aged man's expression darkened.
