Ye Qianmo unconsciously plucked a cluster of his beard, feeling no pain, but the thick black brows furrowed deeper:
"There is that possibility..."
"It's precisely because that little beast fell from the sky that the heavenly tribulation went berserk for an instant, preventing us from seeing what exactly happened in the Thunder Sea..."
The purple Sickle Dark Moon gradually rose into the air.
Under the silent night sky, both man and beast were still, the air seemingly about to solidify.
The undeterred Ye Shu, along with a few guardian spirits, tried one method after another.
But they still couldn't touch Ye Hanjun, let alone extract the Golden Thunder Sword from his body.
As time passed, his life force grew weaker and weaker, at any moment it might extinguish and dim.
"What do we do? We're completely helpless."
"Why not just leave him here, see if any other changes occur? Why do I feel the more we fuss over him, the closer this lad gets to death?"
