The Arrival of a Crisis

The Linglong Saintess wiped away the black ashes on her face and murmured, "Qingfeng Li, the five-colored thunderbolts are too strong. None of us could resist it, what should we do?"

Qingfeng Li frowned and started to think of a solution.

He had to take everyone to the Thunder Immortal Palace. Otherwise, when the sect master and senior elder from the saint sects came, they would not leave the Linglong Saintess and the others alone for sure.

The Blood Immortal said, "Master, you could use the Power of Thunder in your body to form a defensive light veil and cover all of us inside and fly to the sky with us."

Delight appeared in Qingfeng Li's eyes, and he gave the Blood Immortal a thumbs-up with admiration.

An old-saying went like "the longer you live, the wiser you become." Since the Blood Immortal had lived for a million years, she was pretty smart, so she came up with this excellent solution within moments.