Sergio Wilkins remained silent.
He could imagine the terrifying scene of thousands of Immortals rising up in anger to attack. Not only these Celestial Horse Knights, but even if he faced them personally, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.
He originally thought that with the majesty of his three Great Land positions, he could easily command these Immortals for his own use. Yet he hadn't expected to end up with such a result.
What should he do now?
Even though Sergio Wilkins was exceptionally intelligent, he was somewhat at a loss for the moment.
His men were gone, his companions were gone, even his ride was gone.
A rising killing intent swelled in Sergio Wilkins's eyes: "Let's go, to the Celestial Palace!"
Sergio Wilkins's eyes regained their determination, and he made a decision.
Without the Flying Boat, then I'll fly over myself!
No matter what happens, I must overturn the Celestial Palace and complete the mission assigned by the Sect.
