Death Road.
The Saint Wolf spacecraft was speeding forward.
Behind it, a succession of spacecraft relentlessly pursued it, occasionally firing at the Saint Wolf.
But the Saint Wolf didn't hold back, its barrage of firepower was unrelenting, as if it had an unlimited supply.
This left the vampires chasing after it quite frustrated, unable to grasp how the modest-size Saint Wolf could have such a vast store of ammunition!?
Onboard the Saint Wolf spacecraft.
A black hole appeared.
Squads of the Young Marshal Army moved in and out continuously, carrying out crates of ammunition.
The old demon curiously poked his head around, obviously very eager to take a look inside.
Ai Er glared at the old demon. "What are you looking at? This is Wang Hao's Spirit Realm Ball, and you are not qualified to enter."
"So stingy if you won't let me see!" the old demon muttered.
