Rising Into The Air

"Xingjian, there's still no news from the Federation."

Fang Yuehe looked at Fang Xingjian's back and had a vague feeling as if a longsword was suddenly pressing against his body. Even his entire face felt a slight piercing pain.

Hearing Fang Yuehe’s words, the killing intent in Fang Xingjian's eyes grew increasingly stronger.

Based on what Fang Qian had previously said, in another one to two days Li Shuanghua and the others would get started on refining the Divine Weapon. However, the Federation had been stalling for time.

After one day and one night, having fought three times, the Federation had yet to completely admit the situation. They even felt as if they had been lucky for pulling through the encounters, and viewed themselves with an air of superiority of being the number one influence on Earth. This made Fang Xingjian's killing intent grow increasingly stronger.

"I gave you a way out, but you're pushing the limits."