When such a situation suddenly appeared, the dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators besieging the two towering puppets all retreated in utter alarm. Even the more than two hundred Nascent Soul cultivators fighting over a hundred puppets withdrew one after another.
"Disciple Qin Fengming pays respects to Master."
With a flash of movement, the pale-blue figure appeared before Sima Bo, who held the command flag. He bent his body and knelt in midair on the spot.
"Good, good, very good. Now that Fengming has returned safely, several of us can finally set our hearts at ease. If Junior Brother Dao Ling knew that you were still safe, he would surely rest easy even in the Nine Springs below."
Looking at the young cultivator before him, Sima Bo's solemn face finally revealed a trace of joy that he could no longer suppress. He extended a hand, and a gentle force lifted Qin Fengming into the air.
"What? Could Master Dao Ling have... could he have fallen?"
Qin Fengming had just risen when he suddenly heard his master's words. His expression changed drastically, and his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Alas, this is a long story. The Baleful God Sect provoked a sect-wide war and targeted Manghuang Mountain directly. To increase Manghuang Mountain's strength, Junior Brother Dao Ling resolutely decided to undergo the Integration Heavenly Tribulation. Although we prepared several magic treasures for him to face the Heavenly Tribulation, in the end... in the end, he still failed to withstand those terrifying lightning strikes and fell on the spot."
As he looked at Qin Fengming, Sima Bo's expression abruptly darkened as well. He spoke in an utterly dejected tone.
Hearing his master say this, Qin Fengming's face changed drastically, and regret suddenly surged in his heart.
If he had urged Master Dao Ling