"I have been injured by the Divine Thunder, resulting in severe injury to my body, and I must slumber for a thousand years to recover my Primordial Qi. Mr. Zhao, my safety is entrusted to you!" Emperor Tianjian barely managed to convey these words, and without waiting for Zhao Sheng to respond, his aura rapidly declined until it seemed as lifeless as an object.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng was momentarily speechless. He weighed the sword scabbard, flipped his hand, and hung it at his waist. At the same time, he took out a handful of Spiritual Elixirs and swallowed them, but did not have the luxury to refine the medicinal power, and abruptly turned his head to survey the surroundings.
At this moment, five tunneling lights were rapidly approaching him.
In the blink of an eye, the lights landed one after another, revealing a still-frightened Shi Yao Ancestor, Master, and others.
