In the distance, Qianye Wugu, who had sensed Qianye Ying’er’s life withering and fading away, suddenly turned his old eyes in her direction, the Brahma light radiating from his body suddenly growing dull and dim.

How could Long Er miss such a great opportunity? His pale-white dragon claw carried the weight of a thousand mountains as it smashed apart Qianye Wugu’s Brahma light and smashed into his body.

Rumble!

The power of a withered dragon was like a million bolts of lightning going off at the same time. A cloud of blood burst out of Qianye Wugu’s body as his ancient frame hurtled to the ground like a piece of rotten wood before slamming deeply into it.

Just like Qianye Wugu had guessed, Long Er did not chase after him. Instead, he coldly and calmly glanced at him before he rushed straight for the barrier surrounding the Deep Sea Royal Hall.

Earth exploded everywhere as Qianye Wugu’s body flew up from the ground. He landed beside Qianye Ying’er and a cluster of dense golden light formed above his blood-stained palm before he gently pushed it into her lower back.

Qianye Ying’er was quickly pulled out of that blank white world as a robust and dense vital energy poured into her like a spring shower. Her five senses were refreshed as the revivifying energy coursed through her entire body.

Qianye Ying’er slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at the old man beside her.

As her vision gradually cleared up, she saw that this old man was Qianye Wugu. Most of his gray robe was stained with blood and she could clearly feel… the vital energy that was...