Sithur Fatty stared at Stone Schroeder, as if recalling something, and his face suddenly filled with dread.
This team isn't simple. Not only can they attract so many masters of the Power of the Waking Summit, but they also managed to snatch victory from the jaws of the Sithur Family earlier; this is something beyond ordinary capabilities.
While the two were still talking, the surrounding scenes began to rewind.
The ancient ship had already launched, much like a flying sword, its speed astonishing.
The scenes on both sides receded unreal and real.
The whole ship moved like a nimble snake, weaving between the mountains.
Encountering impassable terrain, it directly entered the Void.
In the next moment, it had already passed this place, appearing ten thousand meters away.
"What an amazing shuttle magic weapon, this thing ranks top in the entire Saint's World!"
Sithur Fatty was somewhat amazed; this speed even surpassed Path Spirit masters they couldn't defeat.
