"Pang Jian, a follower of the Alien God?"
The remnants scattered throughout the forest stared blankly into the sky, searching for Pang Jian's figure.
They quickly saw that Pang Jian was bound by strands of golden rope; no matter how fiercely he struggled or exerted force, those ropes simply would not come loose.
"Fu Wangchen! How dare you slander me so viciously!"
Qi Qingsong, who had fallen to the ground, once again took to the air on his sword.
A brilliant azure sword light, carrying his thin frame, thrust again toward the Sky Peng Battleship.
"I've told you, he is no longer the person you knew."
Fu Wangchen's face showed displeasure as he raised his hand, producing a swath of golden brilliance.
Within the light, nine fiery-winged rocs appeared as if they were cast from molten gold iron, emitting piercing screeches.
The condensed azure sword light around Qi Qingsong, with specks of dreamy light yet to form into a picturesque dream, was shattered by the roc's screeching.
