As everyone became aware of the changes outside, Red Fan Venerable's face was deathly pale.
The Flying Sword carrying him was helplessly falling towards the ground, and although his body had a certain degree of strength, when he hit the ground, he suffered bone fractures in at least seven places.
Even so, he still managed to crawl up from the ground.
Penglai would not waste too many resources on such a crippled man.
Within Penglai, he was not considered a strong practitioner but rather a spokesperson sent out by Penglai.
To outsiders, he seemed to be basking in glory, but only he knew that once he lost his value, Penglai would kick him aside without a backward glance, not even a single one.
"Ye Xiao! No matter how strong you are, now you can only cower in this Immortal Realm and wait!"
"The proud children of my Penglai are about to ascend to the heavens, while you can only throw your weight around on this Spiritual Energy-depleted Earth!"
