"What's happening?" The rapid descent of the flying car greatly surprised Meng Jingzhou.
Cold sweat broke out on Lu Yang's forehead as he desperately churned the Flying Sword Technique. The flying car continued to fall and he lost control of the Green Peak Sword, unable to sense its existence.
"Here, we cannot operate our spiritual essence, all magic skills are ineffective!" Daoist Buyu announced solemnly.
"What?!"
Having seen much of the world, Daoist Buyu could roughly guess what had happened—if they really had encountered this situation, it was a major stroke of bad luck for the three of them.
However, now was not the time for such discussions. The most urgent task was to save Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou.
He rose, threw open the roof of the car, grabbed Lu Yang with one hand and Meng Jingzhou with the other, pinned them to his waist and jumped down.