On Ziwei Star, darkness descended. The Plague God struck, and with a single palm, he severely wounded Ning Fan, who was in the Path-Understanding Realm.
Soon after, All Heavenly Venerates of the Mortal Realm arrived in pursuit, their powerful auras joining forces to besiege the Plague God.
A thousand miles away, Yue Ling watched the Mortal Realm's Heavenly Venerates in the sky, a strange look appearing on her face.
Were these immortals?
They truly were powerful!
"There are actually such experts on this barren land."
In the sky, Mu Qianshang sensed the aura from a thousand miles away. His gaze turned in that direction as he spoke gravely.
"Master!"
Below, beside the backward-flowing Great River, Yin'er hurried forward. Looking at Ning Fan, who had fallen into the river, worry filled her face.
"He is fine."
In the sky, Changling Venerable Lady spoke solemnly. "Yin'er, protect your master. With his current strength, do not let him rashly make a move."
"Mm!"
Yin'er nodded and softly agreed.
In the Great River, drop after drop of blood dyed the water red. Ning Fan shot out from the river, his gaze fixed on the Plague God in the heavens, his expression grave.
What a formidable fellow.
"Master, leave that monster to Venerable Lady and the others. We should not make a move."
Yin'er flew forward and grabbed Ning Fan, who was preparing to attack again, saying sweetly.
Ning Fan was taken aback. He looked at the girl before him in confusion and asked, "What did you call me?"
"Master," Yin'er answered.
"Master?"
Ning Fan frowned slightly. "Miss, do you know me?"
"Mm..."
Yin'er thought for a moment and said, "I suppose you could say I do. I knew you before."
Ning Fan was utterly bewildered. His gaze swept over the Mortal Realm's experts in