Seeing Wang Yan fall from the sky, Beiming Heng hurriedly urged the giant carpet forward, catching Wang Yan.
Wang Yan stumbled on the giant carpet, nearly falling towards the sea surface.
Beiming Heng quickly took a step forward, supporting Wang Yan, and hastily took out a storage bag from his bosom, intending to feed Wang Yan some elixirs.
But at this moment, An Beisan had already fled far away. If Wang Yan were to take the elixirs, An Beisan might have escaped completely.
Wang Yan gritted his teeth, supported by An Beisan, stood up.
Though his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his aura was weak to the extreme, Wang Yan's expression remained resolute, his back straight and stiff.
Looking at An Beisan, who was about to escape, a thought flashed in Wang Yan's mind, and the black clouds in the sky rumbled with thunder; the Purple Flame Dragon Thunder was about to strike again.
