The voice came from the Boyang Bottle. It was the voice of the tall and thin old man, Yang Jun.
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang could not help but ask, "Will they really be fine?"
Yang Jun's calm voice sounded again, "Don't worry. Back then, even that old man Zhen Wuyang couldn't do anything to us. How can we fail in this easy task? Let's just focus on escaping."
With Yang Jun's confirmation, Jian Wushuang's heart that was hanging in the air finally settled down. He then focused on escaping.
At this moment, another earth-shaking collision burst forth, and the remaining power directly almost sent them flying.
"Emperor Yang Jun, is it really going to be fine?"
"Well, I'm not sure. The two old guys don't seem to be very stable..."
Just as Jian Wushuang was about to ask again, a flowing light flew over from afar.
It was Daogong.
