I Want to Save Him

As that furious roar rang out through the heavens, an aged figure who commanded awe without anger appeared within that twisted, torn space.

The moment they glimpsed that tall, aged figure, Yao Wanchun and Qing Lin let out a breath of relief. Unconcealable joy filled their faces. "Ten Thousand Fire Elder!"

Wrapped in the Nine Netherworld Wind Flame, which was like a pitch-black storm yet different from the murky Demonic Qi, Yao Wanhua's face was full of rage. Seeing Yao Wan heavily wounded and Xiao Yan's fate unknown, how could he not be furious?

"Demon, you're courting death!"

Without another word, Yao Wanhua waved his hand, sending a ribbon of Dou Qi wrapped in Strange Fire straight at Dui Sheng.

"Damn it! Beat the young ones and the old ones come running—this rotten habit really hasn't changed in a thousand years!"

Dui Sheng was both shocked and enraged, but against Yao Wanhua, who possessed the cultivation of a Six Star Dou Sheng and held the Nine Netherworld Wind Flame, he no longer had the composure and ease he had shown when facing Yao Wan.

As he spoke, Dui Sheng immediately raised his hand, intending to alter the rules of heaven and earth once more and turn the air into lake and marsh, but how could Yao Wanhua give him such a chance?

"Demon Suppression Seal!"

A Mysterious Mark flashed before Yao Wanhua, then was struck out by his palm. The originally golden mark became wrapped in a layer of howling Nine Netherworld Wind Flame, making Dui Sheng retreat as if he had seen a ghost.

"Without that lake-and-marsh dharma form, let's see how much strength you can still use!"

Yao Wanhua shouted angrily.

"You are merely remnants left behind by the Medicine Emperor of old, things that may not even