The fire ship fell like a meteor, trailing a tail of smoke, and the black immortal crane burned to ashes under the blazing sun.
When the hull hit the ground, it instantly fell apart, revealing figures from within.
"Master, Master, are you okay?" A petite female cultivator in a white robe nervously guarded the side of an elder.
The elder was on the verge of death, clutching his chest painfully. His seven orifices were swelling, and a stream of blood was about to emerge from them.
Boom!
The next moment, the elder's eardrums and eyeballs burst open, blood gushing out, quickly beginning to form a humanoid shape in mid-air.
The petite female cultivator in the white robe watched the elder nervously.
On the other side, another female cultivator was already making her way towards Song Yan, gracefully bowing and respectfully saying, "Thank you, senior, for saving my life."
After she bowed, many other cultivators also realized and hurriedly came to bow.
