"Xisheng!"
Zuo Qingyun was overjoyed to hear that familiar voice.
At that moment, the Second-Rank Hai Water Ice Thunder exploded behind him with a deafening crash.
The wielder of the enormous blood-colored awl immediately grunted and flashed backward in a frantic retreat, avoiding the lingering force of the Hai Water Ice Thunder.
A layer of frost had actually covered his arm, and his eyes were filled with extreme wariness.
Had it merely been a single bolt of Second-Rank Hai Water Ice Thunder, he would not have taken it to heart.
Never mind that this ice thunder was only as thick as a child's arm-even against ten more bolts, he was confident he could withstand them.
Yet this thunder contained two incomparably powerful martial intents, so powerful that they treated his protective astral qi as though it did not exist.
His martial intent and heavenly orders were also as fragile as rotten wood and loose sand beneath the bombardment of this Hai Water Ice Thunder.
The next instant, a handsome young man in purple robes, with long, narrow phoenix eyes, appeared before them.
Gold thread edged his sleeves and robes, while the totems of Yazi and the God-Slaying Saber were embroidered on his chest-these were precisely the Saint Inheritance robes of the Formless Divine Sect.
Atop the youth's head sat a snow-white creature that resembled neither quite a marten nor quite a fox, with a single horn on its head and a pair of horned wings on its back. It looked like a peculiar hat.
A Pureblood Yazi Beast lay on his shoulder, looking around with curiosity.
"It seems I'm not too late."
Chu Xisheng studied Zuo Qingyun intently. Once he saw that his friend was safe and sound, his stern expression relaxed slightly.
His gaze turned a little strange as