As the light dissipated, a long sword remained floating, tilted behind Yan Rufeng's back. The Jieyin Taoist in front of him opened his bloodshot eyes, looking at Yan Rufeng in disbelief.
"You… who exactly are you..."
"Pfft!"
A stream of fresh blood spurted from the Jieyin Taoist's mouth.
"Thud～"
The Jieyin Taoist collapsed heavily to the ground…
"Today, although you have offended me, as the saying goes, the ignorant are not guilty. I will temporarily abolish your cultivation and spare your life…"
After speaking, Yan Rufeng ignored the Jieyin Taoist, and instead conjured the wormhole battleship, preparing to pilot the cosmic battleship through the skies of the immortal world.
However, at the moment when Yan Rufeng conjured the wormhole battleship, he realized that the wormhole mother ship simply refused to operate.
A somewhat wooden Yan Rufeng stood there, puzzled.
"What's going on, this wormhole mother ship has become a useless hunk of iron in the immortal world…"
