A Breather
Davis looked beyond the invisible protective formation, sensing something odd. Not only Davis but every disciple still on the deck turned to look in that direction, wondering what it was. Some even aligned themselves behind Elder Whitejoy, who had returned to the flying boat.
They all braced themselves in one way or another.
"Watch out!" Elder Whitejoy suddenly shouted, his eyes going wide.
"…!"
His warning quickly made almost all the disciples squat down, bracing themselves for impact, some even ready to use their protective talisman, which would rather be useless against Immortal Emperors. Their hearts leaped out of their throat, waiting for the attack.
But even after ten seconds, they saw that nothing had happened.
*Whoosh!~*