Battle of Misty Isle

Endless Sea, Misty Isle.

The dark Lizardmen occupying the wreckage of the Skybreaker had basically been wiped out. With reinforcements sent by the Night Empire, the overall cleanup had been greatly accelerated.

All the surviving wounded from the airship wreckage had also been rescued and brought back to the temporary camp for treatment. The Pandaren Monks played a crucial role in this, earning the respect and gratitude of both the Alliance and Horde and gaining a great deal of renown.

The Monks displayed all sorts of fist and foot techniques that other races found utterly unbelievable. They ran across walls and leaped over ruins, rescuing survivors trapped in one precarious location after another.

"There were no magical fluctuations at all. They relied entirely on their own limbs, as well as that unknown energy produced within their bodies... Oh... the Pandaren call it chi?"

Air Force General Rogers of the Alliance watched in astonishment as several Pandaren Monks lightly climbed back onto a towering section of the Skybreaker's wreckage. Then, carrying an unconscious human casualty, they leaped down and landed steadily on the ground.

All the surviving wounded had been rescued, but another, even more important problem now stood before them: how to clear away the airship wreckage.

Only after the Skybreaker's wreckage had been completely cleared could they begin treating Shenzhenzi's massive wound.

Unlike in the predetermined fate, Shenzhenzi's mental state was still fairly good. He had not fallen into a critical near-death condition, and that was thanks to the Divine Crystal buried deep beneath the Temple of the Five Dawns at the center of the island.

Back then, Master Shang Xi had gone to the Kalimdor Continent to meet Titan Sarodar and deliver news of Liu Lang's death. In remembrance of his Pandaren friend, the Titan Divine Lord had