The silhouette of the Lingyu Bo Division elder vanished from the spot, heading straight west.
As for the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers heading north... it was none of his business.
Small tribes fighting, not interesting.
The hovering flying ship quickly broke through its defenses under the attack of the small tower, figures fell from great heights, some shattering into pieces before even hitting the ground.
Boom!
The flying ship fell to the ground along with it.
A group of Xiaoyang Race Soldiers rushed forward, gathered the flying ship and shattered remains, and dragged them to Muo Chang's presence.
"Looks like it's young Martial Artists from the Lingyu Bo Division."
Based on the shattered remains and robes, several Xiaoyang recognized their identities.
"No matter how formidable the Lingyu Tribe is, they can't meddle with us, continue advancing."
Muo Chang commanded.
At this point, Mu Shanlu spoke up: "Centurion Muo, how shall this flying ship be divided?"
