The few people present watched helplessly as Fan Lang left.
Halfway there, Fan Lang's body shook as he released the Myriad Transformations Divine Commander, transforming it into a winged form and wearing it over himself.
All twelve metal wings spewed Streaks of Light, carrying Fan Lang through the passage and out of sight.
Hou Guangzu stared blankly at the empty passage, feeling an unprecedented helplessness as he let out a long sigh.
"Stop sighing and do as Fan Lang instructed. Don't be too pessimistic. He's alone; if he can't win, he can still run," said the Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint.
"Right, we can't say such unlucky, discouraging things. He's Fan Lang. He can even destroy the Heavenly Dao. He'll definitely come back," Hou Guangzu consoled himself.
A Zi, standing nearby, felt somewhat detached from the situation. She spent all day in Fan Lang's Independent Space and did not know much about what was happening outside.
She looked at the antidote in her hand, hesitated for a moment, then swallowed it and began refining it.
The antidote quickly took effect, neutralizing the poison inside her body. She could feel the changes in herself.
This made her overjoyed. The poison in her body had been like shackles. Now that she was cured, she was finally free. No longer would she be led around by the nose, nor would she have to serve as a mount.
Thinking back on the time she had been turned into a "mantis shrimp" made her feel worse than dead.
"Haha, I'm really cured! I thought Fan Lang would use this to hold me hostage for the rest of my life. I never expected him to give me the antidote himself." A Zi was ecstatic.
The Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint looked at A Zi and warned, "Don't think