After Fuxi finished speaking, Purification Space No. 17 in front of Lin Zhiluo gave an almost imperceptible tremor.
Very quickly, a crack gradually appeared in the empty space ahead of them.
An orange-yellow eye radiating light opened alongside the crack, revealing itself before them.
Lin Zhiluo recognized at once that the owner of that orange-yellow eye was Winged Dragon, who had descended onto the battlefield in his true form back then.
However, Winged Dragon looked far worse than before.
Not only was his aura weak, but even his enormous dragon eye was filled with bloodshot veins, giving off an extremely haggard impression.
"You're here."
Winged Dragon spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Ah Huang is with Azure Dragon right now. If you want to find him, just go directly to Azure Dragon."
After saying that, Winged Dragon tiredly closed his eye, and the spatial crack began to close as well.
Seeing that something was wrong, Fuxi hurriedly stopped him.
"No, Winged Dragon, what's going on with your condition? How did you end up like this?"
"If there's something wrong with your body, I can find someone to take a look at you."
Winged Dragon's closed eye opened into a slit again. He snorted and said.
"Hmph, my condition is already pretty good. At least I can still tear open the void and speak with you."
"There aren't many like me. Torch Dragon, Bixi, Qilin, and the others are probably still lying inside the Purification Spaces right now, unable to even crawl up."
What the hell had happened?
According to Winged Dragon, all the divine beasts guarding the Purification Spaces were in this state?
With their strength, even if they had fought continuously for thirty days against the corpse tide, they should not have been this haggard.
At the very least, they