"Did we actually make it out alive?" Xiao Xinghai still felt shaken and couldn't quite believe it. This was a mobile natural disaster in the Eastern Sea. He'd heard that fewer than ten percent of those caught in a mirage ever escaped, and fewer than one percent got out unharmed.
What kind of treasure had Lu Yang used? It had been so good at showing the way.
Tao Yaoye's cultivation had fallen back to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. Her aura was weak, and even Qi-Replenishing Pills wouldn't help.
Seeing Tao Yaoye sway as if she might collapse, Lu Yang hurriedly supported her and asked with concern, "How are you feeling?"
As he spoke, Lu Yang reached for a pill to treat Tao Yaoye's injuries.
Tao Yaoye shook her head gently, her voice feeble. "It's a side effect of using the Ascension Immortal Body. Pills won't help. I need to rest quietly for a few days and recover on my own."
"Where did we end up?" Meng Jingzhou tried to find a landmark, but the sea was empty, with nothing but drifting banks of thick fog.
"Wait a moment."
Xiao Xinghai stuck his head into the sea, then raised it and wiped his face. "This area belongs to the Yingyu Tribe. They're a vassal tribe of our Kunpeng Clan, and I know them fairly well."
Xiao Xinghai was just about to lead everyone beneath the sea when several hundred-zhang-long Kunpeng flew over in the distance, shouting excitedly and joyfully.
"Young Master, you made it out safely!"
"Uncle Kun, Uncle Yue, what are you doing here?" Xiao Xinghai recognized them as his father's trusted retainers and let down his guard.
"The clan leader heard that you and our honored guests had been swallowed by the mirage, so he ordered us to