The "Void Traveling Tower Ship" hovered above a small desert oasis.
The oasis was very small, covering only a few dozen square kilometers, with a sparse collection of crude, rough stone huts.
At this moment, in front of and atop those simple stone huts, stood over a hundred cultivators wearing clothes of various colors. These people were standing on rooftops and on the ground, craning their necks to look at the Void Traveling Tower Ship that suddenly flew in from the sky, and the thirty sword lights flying out of it, their faces filled with fear.
Zhouyang stood suspended in the air on his flying sword, his gaze didn't linger on those Qi Cultivation Stage cultivators on the ground, but instead directly looked toward a battlefield several kilometers ahead.
