Luo Hong's voice had turned hoarse.
In this martial world, having no cultivation meant being trash. One would have to endure unimaginable scorn and rejection. Even if he had once been a prodigy of the Luo Lineage, after losing his cultivation, no one would look upon him favorably.
He had fallen from an unmatched prodigy into the depths of despair!
Moreover, Luo Hong sensed something even more important: his Thunder Body seemed to be gone. There was nothing there, an utter emptiness without the slightest sensation. It left him completely bewildered, and endless terror rose within his heart!
This was wrong. This should not have happened!
If his cultivation had merely been crippled, it could still be restored through heaven-reaching methods, allowing him to set foot on the path of cultivation again.
But his constitution was gone. What was he supposed to do now?!
"My Thunder Body! What method did you use?" Luo Hong's eyes brimmed with venom.
Lin Feng paid no attention to Luo Hong. Instead, he looked at Xuer beside him and said, "Let's go back."
Just then.
Boom!
A vast and incomparably powerful aura surged from afar.
This powerful aura surpassed the Dao Condensation Realm.
A Venerable Realm expert had arrived!
The next instant, Elder Zhu descended from the sky like a terrifying deity. Light shot from his eyes as he swept his gaze across the surroundings.
He had been in the imperial capital of the Great Yan Dynasty, thousands of miles away from this place.
Yet he had still sensed that a great battle was taking place here.
In an instant, he thought of Lin Feng and hurried over.
The sight atop the mountain made Elder Zhu's brows draw together slightly.
Because he recognized the identities of the Thunder Punishment Sacred Land disciples.
He knew the