"Really fed up." Zhao Xing flew out of the warship immediately upon seeing the situation. The officials of Twin Islands were not soldiers after all. Their response was too slow. Zhao Xing calculated that if he did not intervene, the Bright Moon Tower Ship would definitely collide with his ship.
There were ships all around him. He couldn't retreat far.
"Nine Heavens Gang Wind Skill, rise!"
Zhao Xing flashed outside the ship, nine streaks of cyan Gang Wind appeared out of thin air around the Bright Moon Tower Ship.
While extinguishing the fire, he straightened the tilting ship and stopped its fall.
"Good Wind Magic! Who are you?!" someone on the Bright Moon Tower Ship shouted.
If Zhao Xing had not supported this ship, the sixth and seventh grade ones onboard could have flown away, but the eighth and ninth grade Mechanical Masters operating the mechanisms in the cabin might have perished with the ship.
