It seemed as if countless giant hands were grabbing at Po Luo.
And the Ship of the End began to accelerate once more.
Po Luo's nostrils kept twitching, he dared not charge directly, but kept raising his Divine Bow to shoot.
The Spiritual Energy he had stored for millions of years was depleting rapidly.
The Heavenly Dao Ship Group began preparing for the second volley.
Meanwhile, within the network of the Heavenly Dao, there appeared Po Luo's order, gnashing his teeth in extreme anger
"Kill Wang Jixuan..."
"Kill Wang Jixuan!"
...
Rumble!
Several dozens of Heavenly Punishments slashed down again.
Wang Jixuan's figure spun like the wind, the Immortal Sword in his hand slashing out beams of sword light, and the Immortal Soldiers and Generals before him were cut down like straw men, quickly collapsing.
The Heavenly Punishment struck down.
