"Rumble!"
The Nine Nether Yellow Springs was icy cold and silent, with only the occasional howl of a freezing wind sounding overhead.
Jiang Yun and the others were waiting for Zhu Feng. Before long, a muffled boom suddenly came from the Nine Nether Yellow Springs beside them, followed by a terrifying whirlpool that churned the lake into turmoil.
Splash, splash...
Amid the splashing, two figures flew into the air one after another. Zhu Feng slowly landed beside Jiang Yun.
The other figure, his aura feeble and his body skeletal, was flung to the ground by Zhu Feng. Yet he showed no resentment at all. Excitement filled his eyes, and wild laughter burst from his lips.
"Hahaha! I, Yao Ming, am finally out!"
His unrestrained laughter made Medusa and the other two women frown slightly. Zhu Feng immediately snapped, "Laugh again, and I'll seal you back inside!"
"Gah-" At Zhu Feng's rebuke, Yao Ming stopped as though someone had seized him by the throat. Only then did he remember that a formidable figure was beside him. He immediately collected himself and examined Jiang Yun's group.
When he saw Zhu Feng standing behind Jiang Yun, seemingly treating him as their leader, his heart shook. Zhu Feng was a Dou Sheng-level Ancient Void Dragon, yet a human could make him adopt such a stance. The other party's background was probably beyond imagination.
"Ahem... I am Yao Ming. Thank you for rescuing me, my friend from the Ancient Dragon Clan!" Yao Ming straightened his clothes and cupped his hands toward Zhu Feng in thanks.
"Don't thank me. If not for the young master, why would I care whether you lived or died?" Zhu Feng did not accept his thanks, speaking indifferently.
Yao Ming immediately scratched his head awkwardly. A Dou Sheng-level Ancient Void Dragon