Another green-gray figure enveloped in a dense aura of corpse malice suddenly shot up from the shadows of the battlefield below.
It was Xu Fu.
At this moment, he cared little for hiding.
His green-gray face was full of utmost panic and a kind of fear-tinged ecstasy.
He too sensed Fang Qingyu's presence.
When that smear of black light appeared, the subtle connection between him and Fang Qingyu became instantly clear.
The master is not dead!
Xu Fu burst forth with all his power, his speed even surpassing Jiang Wei's by a hair.
The Dark Gold Bone Robe whipped fiercely in the wind, like a moth to a flame, following closely behind Jiang Wei, rushing to the base of the meteor.
His goal was equally clear.
To slow the falling speed of the boulder.
"Damn it! I'll join too!!!"
Chu Kuanglan watched, his blood boiling, his eyes on the verge of tears.
