It didn't take much time for Bai Zihan to annihilate almost all of the Demonic Beasts.
All Demonic Beasts on his path were killed mercilessly.
After some time, survivors came out and they too seemed to ahve noticed their Flying Ship.
"Land beside those people. Since we're here, we should help them."
It was always good to maintain a decent image. The Bai Clan didn't care much about fame, but even so—having a good reputation never hurt.
The massive flying ship descended through the smoke-filled sky like a divine omen.
The burning streets trembled beneath the gusts of wind that rippled from its hull.
Gu Yiming and his group shielded their faces as the gale swept through the ruins, scattering ash and embers.
When the light dimmed, the enormous vessel came to a halt just above the shattered plaza, casting a long shadow over the broken town.
From there, several figures descended—each dressed in robes bearing the emblem of the Bai Clan.
