With a loud swoosh, a magic vessel that was nearly a hundred meters large pierced through the air causing massive wind friction, as it flew above the massive ocean between the Wu Continent and the Central Continent.
On the bow of the boat, Longmin and Long Wei who was in his disguise were seated a meter apart while being surrounded by eight black-robed bodyguards who each gave off an eerie feeling.
These eight bodyguards were some of the elites from the Wu Clan’s Battle Division, who were hardened warriors that had gone through hellish tempering.
Just looking at their stone-cold expression as they stood guard silently with an aura of slaughter surrounding their bodies, anyone who was weak mentally would have soiled themselves if they were to face these men in battle.
Long Wei, who was still feeling bad about before, turn to his right to look at his brother, who had been ignoring him since they left the clan.