The Fetal Breathing Spirit Boat's hull was not just trembling wildly, this time it was shaking violently, as if it wanted to break free from the five-colored radiant light.
But Ning Zhuo's hands were firmly pressing down on the hull, preventing it from shaking loose.
The magic prohibition of the Fetal Breathing Spirit Boat expanded directly to three times its previous size, filling the cabin and making it blindingly bright. To the average person, all that could be seen was a vast expanse of white!
Ning Zhuo's vision was hindered, but his Divine Sense constantly monitored the boat and the people's condition.
"The Fetal Breathing Spirit Boat has reached its limit!" Ning Zhuo noticed that many cracks had appeared on the body of the Fetal Breathing Spirit Boat.
The spatial rifts almost came to a standstill.
Almost!
Ning Zhuo couldn't help but clench his teeth in frustration.
Suddenly, he thought of a certain Demon God.
