Over the Quyang Sea Area.
Two figures looked at each other and smiled.
A coughing sound came from below, the waves surged, and Duan Li struggled to fly out of the sea and slowly approached the two men.
His face was pale, and from time to time, streaks of black Qi squirmed like earthworms on his cheeks.
The weakness of his breath made it hard to believe that he was a Golden Core Cultivator.
"Cough cough... I... Thank you, Qingyang Zi, for the warning. Otherwise, I would have fallen under this man's sneak attack," Duan Li said, his face a mix of black and white, full of gratitude.
Luo Chen waved his hand and smiled, "No worries, we stand side by side in battle; it was only right to remind you, but it's a pity for our friend Hao Ye."
While he was talking, he looked towards the Fishing Elder.
The Fishing Elder raised his eyebrows and flicked his fingers, sending a thread flying from his fingertip, plunging into the depths of the sea.
