"Elder Wang?!"
Taken aback, Wang Yi'an quickly turned his head to look forward.
The next moment.
A sense of danger so intense that it made his scalp tingle shot straight to his forehead!
He didn't even have the time to react before he was hit by the raging blast of a Class III Talisman!
But in the instant before the hit, a spectral black eel that looked like a dragon suddenly flew out from Wang Yi'an's shoulder.
It rapidly shielded Wang Yi'an within its form.
Bang bang!
Several talisman lights struck the Spiritual Ghost Eel but were easily deflected.
The Spiritual Ghost Eel, however, was carrying him suspended in mid-air, revealing only a face.
Just at that moment, the paleness on Wang Yi'an's face had vanished.
In its place was a calm expression, devoid of any discernible emotion.
He silently stared at the hemp-faced old man standing on a flying gourd across from him.
In his voice, there was no surprise, only a hint of gravity and confusion:
"Why?"
