"Yes!"
The old man was overjoyed.
Then he hurriedly shouted:
"Hurry! I can't hold on much longer!"
Wang Yi'an didn't dare to delay, and quickly took out seven or eight white porcelain bottles from the storage treasure and gulped them down in one go.
The sight made the old man's eye twitch.
"Such precious stuff, simply swallowed like that..."
But Wang Yi'an had already taken control of the magic boat.
However, the old man was staring at the explosion behind them.
Seeing the light fade, a hint of relief crossed his heart.
Suddenly, four or five streaks of light shot out from the explosion!
The old man's face changed color:
"Not good! They're not dead!"
Wang Yi'an couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart!
The Explosion Spell was a spell Uncle Shen had taught him in the past. Although simple, when combined with a Class III magic tool, its power was much stronger than his strongest saber technique.
That his trump card had not achieved the desired effect.