The two exchanged glances, and divinity burst forth from their beings.
It was like a gentle breeze sweeping over the hills, stabilizing the injuries of each disciple.
"The Sect Master really trusts us. If we fail to save them, that would mean the lives of thousands of disciples..."
Weng Wuyu held his peach wood staff, took a deep breath.
Zhang Qing Zheng frowned, paying him no mind.
If we can't save them, it's your incompetence. What does it have to do with me, Zhang Qing Zheng?
Meanwhile, above the vault of heaven.
The fleeting battle seemed to be drawing to a close.
Majestic in combat power, Master of the Leaving Fire Sect unleashed the Treasure Pagoda seal, driving the Pilu Nose Incense Corpse Deity Deity Appearance to a constant retreat, his large nose nearly smashed to pieces!
Master of the Leaving Fire Sect clenched his fingers, a huge hand of flame reaching for Xu Jiuqing's Corpse Curse Mark.
