"Puff!"
The Ming Zong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Whoosh!"
His back was pitch black, and the whole person flew out violently, just barely crashing into the White Bird cruise ship of the Evil Ghost Court. With a boom, the hundred-meter-long metal frame luxury cruise ship exploded on the spot, turning into countless fragments.
"Retreat!"
In the seawater, the Ming Zong soared into the sky again and issued the order.
Immediately, the combat personnel of the Evil Ghost Court unhesitatingly stopped entangling with the enemy and rushed toward the coastline rapidly. From afar, it looked like a large group of black ants, well-trained, rushing towards a distant anthill.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
In the distance, the Yan Sect and Prison Sect also exploded simultaneously, repelling their opponents. Then their bodies flickered, gathering towards the direction of Ming Zong.
Ouyang Ming hovered in mid-air, his gaze fixed far on the coastline.
