Everyone was confused.
Before landing on the ground, Wen Danqing was already spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. Both of his legs were twisted in a strange posture, one of his arms was broken, and his back was deeply sunken. He was obviously seriously injured.
"Even this can't kill this old man!" Seeing that Wen Danqing was only seriously injured and did not die immediately, Ling Chuxi was still surprised by the strong physical defense of a heavenly venerable one.
She had wanted to rush up and strike again, but unfortunately, that strike had exhausted all her venerate origin Qi. She was afraid that it would be difficult to recover in a short time.
But before she could do anything, Little Phoenix once again shot out like a slingshot.
Wen Danqing's hair stood on end when she saw the angry Firebird covered in flames. She slapped a few more times almost instinctively.