Above Yingzhou Island, the noonday sun was somewhat glaring.
Someone stared upward and suddenly shouted nervously, "Look quickly, what's that in the sky?"
A group of people had just recovered a bit of energy, thinking it was a demon monster attack, they immediately drew their swords and looked up.
They saw in mid-air, streaks of light like meteors brushing across, rushing rapidly toward the island.
The sword lights traced an arc in the sky, with a series of ear-piercing sounds, quickly landing on Yingzhou Island.
"Don't worry, they're our own!"
Long Fei raised his hand, having already seen the figure of Chu Feng.
He brought the first batch of reinforcements, all elite disciples of the Yin Yang Sect.
Among them were Hua Qianmo, Ding Xue, Zhang Xuan'er, Gongsun Zhi, Li Zhenni, An Xiaoke, Jiang Yunlan, Bai Xiaochun, Bai Jie'er, all women of goddess-level presence.
The second batch of sword lights contained aristocratic clan descendants.
