When Summer Vastcold saw the mountainous pile of holy caliber godstones, she realized that Yang Qi was so fabulously wealthy it surpassed anything she could have guessed earlier. After all, even the Nacrelight Sageland as a whole would have a hard time producing this much wealth.

Seeing that Summer Vastcold was in such a daze, Yang Qi said, “Now’s not the time for chatting. Activate the weapons and blast our way through this formation of a hundred and eight Perfect Gods. If we don’t get out of here quickly, we're going to be in big trouble.”

“Many thanks to you, Young Sir. Your sense of righteousness knows no bounds. I fear I’ll never be able to make this up to you.”

WHIZZZ!

Summer Vastcold was a decisive person, so she waved her sleeve and sent the holy caliber godstones flying throughout the ship into the various spell formations.

The ship gobbled them up as if they were medicinal pills, causing the ship to suddenly surge with the aura of a Paramount God. Then, fiery blasts erupted...