"Lord Jiang, this—" The members of the Dragon Soaring Army stared blankly at this scene, somewhat at a loss.
Jiang Pojun slightly shook his head, his expression calm as he said, "It's hard to persuade a ghost who's destined to die, let them pass if they want; as long as it's not a large-scale passing of the Demon Race, it's fine."
The territory of the Holy Martial Dynasty is vast and boundless, and deploying countless armies on all sides would still make it hard to cover everything.
These patrol personnel would just occasionally advise when they encounter unfamiliar Flying Ships.
Moreover, the material of that Flying Ship just now seemed extraordinary, and the people inside were likely not ones they could provoke.
At this moment, Zhou Qing was lying on the deck, leaning forward, curiously looking down.
