"Gulp!"
No one knew who first made the strange noise, but it was followed by earth-shattering cheers.
The Bamboo Cage Saint, whose face was ashen, also managed a slight smile.
"Old friend..."
The Bamboo Cage Saint opened his mouth.
The Old Saint had learned not to give him a chance to speak, "You shut up, I think you still have a chance of being saved."
Red Moon, with her long hair as crimson as blood, walked over and glanced, "If he's not dead, he can be saved."
The Old Saint breathed a sigh of relief.
The Bamboo Cage Saint was more concerned about the fate of the surviving Human Race in the Lancang Water Domain.
Red Moon coldly said, "The Lord has already arranged a world, how to relocate? Don't ask, see for yourself later."
She licked her lips, still not quite satisfied.
She thought of the Saint still sinking in her Blood Sea, the Holy Body was still there... perhaps it could still be of some use.
