Over the Cloud Dream Temple.
Xiao Yi stood suspended in the air, surrounded by a purple-gold radiance of lightning flashes that intermittently shimmered and gradually disappeared into his body.
A pair of Wind Thunder wings on his back fluttered gently, also vanishing behind him.
His eyes calmly looked forward.
Slowly, he descended from the high altitude.
His complexion was still somewhat pale; despite the regenerative power of his flesh and blood, the use of Blood Explosion Skill, which had burned nine-tenths of his blood, had also taken a significant toll on him.
Most of the blood in his body had been burned and had yet to recover, naturally making him appear somewhat weak.
This was something that Nantian Bao, Yaochen Zi, and the others could clearly see.
A few people were itching to move.
However…
When they thought of Yang Dingtian's and Elder Tianku's deaths, they couldn't help but suppress the urge to take action.
As Xiao Yi landed,
