Endless Sea, Mistvale Isle.
The dark Lizardmen occupying the wreckage of the Skyfire had basically been wiped out. With reinforcements sent by the Night Empire, progress had greatly accelerated.
All the wounded survivors within the wreckage had also been rescued. The Pandaren monks had played an enormous role in this, earning even greater respect and gratitude from the Alliance and Horde.
The monks used all manner of fist and foot techniques that seemed utterly unbelievable to outsiders. They leaped across rooftops and scaled walls, rescuing wounded people trapped in difficult locations one after another.
"No magical fluctuations at all. They relied entirely on their own limbs, as well as that unknown energy generated within their bodies... Oh... the Pandaren call it True Qi?"
Air Force General Rogers of the Alliance watched in astonishment as several monks lightly flipped onto a section of the Skyfire's wreckage that stood high in the air.
All the wounded had been rescued, but another problem now lay before them: how were they supposed to clear away the airship wreckage?
Only after the Skyfire's wreckage had been completely cleared away could they begin treating Shenzhenzi's enormous wound.
Ji Fire Palm, a monk of the Fire Gold Faction, insisted on using the powerful explosives provided by the Horde's Goblin Engineers to blast the Skyfire into dust, then devote all their efforts to treating Shenzhenzi.
Aysa Cloudsinger of the Water Soil Faction firmly opposed this. She believed doing so would instead worsen Shenzhenzi's injuries.
Although Ji held deep affection and love for Aysa, when faced with such a major issue, the two still argued fiercely.
Just as Ji forcibly piled the explosives onto the remains of the Skyfire's deck and prepared to detonate them, their savior appeared.
Chi-Jing had also been sent over by the Night Empire. Sha