The Real Great Catastrophe War (2)

Although Old Master had used a special method to trace back the blood essence that had been burned, the residual effects were reflected in every single way.

As his meridians became chaotic, Jian Wushuang could only grit his teeth and sort them out bit by bit.

Perhaps she saw his pain, Feng Qi directly put her palm on his back and slowly transmitted the vast and pure Phoenix breath.

Jian Wushuang's body trembled slightly, and then he said stiffly, "Thank you."

"How insincere. Do you know how many times I've saved your life? How dare you treat your savior like this?" Feng Qi said unhappily.

"I really don't understand you. You were so excited, you even took off your clothes."

"..."

After leaving Rodu Star Field, Jian Wushuang carried the last of the Qilin clan and headed towards the base camp of the Offworld Battlefield.

After working at full force for more than a month, the Cosmic Boat finally arrived at the Offworld Battlefield.