"Mad Demon Fist!"
In the dense forest, Zhang Shaoyang seemed like a mad demon, killing a leopard-like desolate beast with a single punch. He then leaned against a tree, gazing into the distance while panting heavily.
This was already the third day they had entered the forest to cut down Chuyun Wood!
With the addition of numerous martial artists, the Chuyun Wood, towering over fifty meters tall, was felled one by one and transported to the dock at the foot of the mountain.
There, professionals would turn these Chuyun Woods into sea boats.
Due to the unique properties of Chuyun Wood, these materials did not need years of soaking and could be used immediately.
"Are the people here planning to leave Spiritless Island?"
Zhang Shaoyang murmured. If possible, he also wanted to leave.
However, according to Gao Meijing and Guiyun Wanderer, the number of ships leaving was limited and could only take a portion of the people.
