The sound of the cruise ship's whistle still echoed in the night, and pairs of deep blue eyes already shone in the darkness.
"You have been locked on, please cease resistance, otherwise you will bear the consequences."
The cold and unfeeling voice seemed to echo throughout the port, causing the refugees from Ying Province to panic. Considering that someone was burned to ash by the Heavenly Fire just moments ago, no one dared to make a reckless escape anymore. They could only huddle in the corners, trembling like a flock of quails, some clutching their families tightly, others gripping weapons.
Gu Jianlin was mixed in with the refugees, almost about to unleash Primordial Return.
Fortunately, a calm voice came through his earphones, forcing him to suppress his actions.
"Trust Number Two."
The Moon Princess seemed to be nestled in his arms, yet she cautiously held the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, its blade slightly trembling.
