At this moment.
On a battleship below.
Yang Luo staggered and stabilized his body. He looked up at the sky, "Master, Master Xuanku, why are you here?!"
Zhang Zhilin said, "Little Luo, didn't I say that if you need help, I will definitely come and help!"
Master Xuanku put his palms together, "Amitabha, Little Luo, I naturally have to help you!"
Yang Luo said anxiously, "Master, Master Xuanku, I'm extremely grateful that you're willing to help me!
However, these guys were too strong. They had nine True Immortals!
Hurry up and leave. Don't lose your lives for nothing!"
Zhang Zhilin said loudly, "Little Luo, there's no need to say anything else!
If you and I die in battle today, we will continue our master-disciple relationship in our next lives!"
Master Xuanku also said loudly, "If I don't enter hell, who will?"
"Master, Master Xuanku, why do you have to resort to this…"
