The black clouds were like ink that covered the sky.0

Shangguan Jing was not surprised, calmly issuing orders.0

Influenced by their boss, the Daoist disciples on the Yinglong Warship did not panic even though they were nervous. They quickly returned to their respective positions according to Shangguan Jing’s orders.0

Not long after, the various talismans on the ship lit up one after another. From a distance, it seemed as if thousands of golden lamps were lit.0

Then the Yinglong Warship began to take off. Water vapors condensed at the bottom of the hull, creating heavy rainfall.0

Shangguan Jing was still standing at the bow of the ship, peering at the black clouds that were now above his head, as though he wanted to see through them.0

A superintendent hurried over, unable to conceal his dismay. “Deputy Hall Master, we’ve been isolated. All connections...0