"Enemy attack?"
"Who dares to attack the Lin Family team?"
Lin Pojun's eyes were wide with fury as he roared angrily.
At the same time.
His body was tense, instantly awakening the Melting Sun Immortal Cauldron, always keeping himself on high alert.
Because this thousand-foot warship was a carefully crafted flying sacred artifact of the Lin Family, extremely valuable.
But the opponent easily pulverized it with just one punch, suggesting that the opponent's cultivation was at least half-step venerable, a few levels stronger than his own power.
Simultaneously, Song Yan immediately cast a defensive talisman, enveloping the members of the Divine Fire Sect.
After doing this, he gazed solemnly towards the front.
In the dark night sky.
The golden fist light gradually dissipated, revealing the image of a black-haired youth.
The youth's gaze was deep, his long hair fluttering wildly.
