The cultivator in green groaned softly as the Dark Soul force within him churned violently, violently agitating his vital foundation.
Seeing the massive black ship bearing down on him, he forced a breath, drew upon his remaining strength, and shouted, "Fellow Daoists, please come up and lend me a hand!"
The factions that had arrived from various islands hesitated for a moment upon hearing the green-robed cultivator's plea.
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