The weak Liu Chuan stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
As Shang Jianyao looked at the darkness that spewed out air streams, he shouted, "I have a question. How should we join forces to attack later? Should we stack our strength together and strike out? Should we smash it, stir it up, or are there other ideas?"
This was a very realistic technical problem. Barnard, Chen Wen, and the others fell into deep thought as they considered what to do later.
Almost at the same time, the low and ethereal voice echoed in their ears again. "Gather your power and stab it deep into the darkness. It's very simple; there's no need to think too much about it.
"Continue forward. Don't delay any further."
"Oh, oh!" Shang Jianyao had an 'I see' expression.
Liu Chuan, Chen Wen, and the other New World powerhouses continued forward.
"Wait!" Shang Jianyao's voice suddenly sounded again.