"Big sister, we are here!"
Just as everyone was immersed in the strong pressure brought by Tushan Cangyue, Tushan Ruoruo's innocent voice suddenly sounded from afar.
On the Boat of Paramita, Tushan Cangyue's emotionless eyes instantly swept over. When she saw Tushan Ruoruo tied up by the Dragon-binding Rope, her eyes turned slightly cold.
Whoosh.
With a gentle wave of her hand, the Sword of War immediately fell into her hand.
Following this, a beam of divine light descended and cut the Dragon-binding Rope, allowing Tushan Ruoruo, Xie Wuyou, and Shang Yang to regain their freedom.
Thump!
After regaining his freedom, Shang Yang naturally heaved a sigh of relief.
In contrast, Xie Wuyou did not dare to be negligent. He immediately arrived in front of Tushan Cangyue at his fastest speed.
Then, he knelt heavily.
"Greetings, High Priest!"
He kowtowed in fear, and his voice and body were trembling slightly.
