The Evil Water Mother was originally somewhat mad, with thousands upon thousands of faces on its body, each having its own thoughts. Some were laughing, some were crying, and some continued to chant the Emperor's name.
But at this moment, it seemed they all sensed the coming crisis, and in unison, they began to curse angrily.
Yet Zheng Fa and the three companions didn't care about the Evil Water Mother's words, they just kept watching in the direction of the space station.
Eight months in Xuanwei roughly equaled eight hours here, which for cultivators like Zheng Fa and the others, was almost like the blink of an eye.
Even Zheng Fa felt it was a bit slow.
One streak of a flying sword, then another, until the eighth flying sword reached the space station and dispersed into nine stars. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard three long breaths beside him.
