Previously, when they were still two light years away, they had already slowed down the speed of the Luo God Warship and tried to go past it. However, now it had directly rushed up to them.
The only thing Zhou Hao could do now was to take a gamble and see if his luck would be as good as before.
Otherwise, only death awaited him. There was no hope for him to survive under such a storm.
"Zhou Hao, I have a wind-proof divine artifact on me. Try using it with the Luo God Warship!" George carefully took out a needle-sized item.
Seeing this, Zhou Hao almost cursed.
Damn it!!!
Was this guy messing with him??
Damn…
It was clearly just an ordinary embroidery needle, but the other party made it sound so high and mighty. Moreover, Zhou Hao had placed his hopes on him. This was simply asking for death.
He shouldn't have placed his hopes on this idiot.