ether it was a last burst of energy or something else, he knew this was his final stand. If he couldn't break the surface, it would be over. 。The power of inspiration finally began to gradually wane,...She was still a woman, looking like she was in her twenties. A light gauze veil covered her face, and she wore a white dress. 。Her delicate figure was partially concealed by the white sand, and a pale hand reached out, pointing at Ye Xinglan's nape. 。Stars reappeared, appearing with pinpoint accuracy behind their own head. 。A crisp "ding" sound 。ships to release their strongest shields, this Purple Gold Thunderstorm could very likely have wiped out the entire fleet. 。Every ship commander at this moment felt no fear, only awe. 。Even Chen Xinj...