Apart from Ji Fengming, all the living creatures that could move within a mile radius were sucked onto the palace platform by the Immortal Palace.
And it's scaled down to be smaller than an ant, all within a fixed ratio.
Ji Fengming, exuding a bandit-like aura, waved his hand and ordered, "Xiao Kui, strip these bastards naked, leaving them with nothing worth the price of a cup of tea. Leave the women with their undergarments and the men with their underwear. Just make sure they don't get in anyone's way when they're dead!"
"Yes, Master," Xiao Kui's voice remained mechanical, but it clearly revealed a hint of joy.
A moment later, a large number of storage rings, Qiankun bags, outer robes, outer garments, outer trousers, identity jade tokens, and various tokens flew out of the celestial palace like celestial maidens scattering flowers, falling onto the open ground at Ji Fengming's feet and quickly piling up into a small mountain.
Black Owl, standing in mid-air, was also pulled and swayed.
Fortunately, he was not within a mile, and he regained his balance after only a brief sway.
After the suction force of the Celestial Palace subsided.
He pressed down on the tip of his sword and descended, passing through the dense canopy of trees, where he saw this bizarre scene of "a celestial palace vomiting filth".
Beside the vast and magnificent celestial palace, Ji Fengming stood there, covered in blood, looking roguish and unsteady.
They noticed someone was coming.
Ji Fengming looked back warily with her clear phoenix eyes and saw Hei Xiao, whose face was as pale as paper and filled with fear and worry. Her eyes widened immediately: "Xiao Chen...?"
He thought he was hallucinating from blood loss, so he squeezed his eyes hard and rubbed them with his hands.
The man in the blue robe before me had a face as white as rice paper, yet his complexion was as vibrant as peach blossoms; he was undoubtedly Black Owl.
Ji Fengming's blood-covered appearance deeply agitated Hei Xiao.
The image of Yunxiao, etched deep within his soul, is exactly what Ji Fengming looks like now, covered in blood.
The forest before him seemed to have transformed into a blood-soaked mangrove forest.
The memory and the bloodshed before his eyes cut into his heart and tore at his reason.
For a moment, Black Owl went mad.
He rushed down from the immortal sword, ran to Ji Fengming, opened his arms and hugged him tightly.
Ji Fengming was seriously injured. After being rushed and carried by Hei Xiao, he staggered and fell to the ground.
"Fengming, Fengming, how are you? Where are you hurt?" Black Owl was stunned, holding the blood-soaked Ji Fengming in his arms, but what he "saw" before him was the dying Yunxiao.
His eyes turned bloodshot, and large, clear tears rolled down his cheeks like beads from a broken string.
Clutching Ji Fengming's hand tightly, he murmured repeatedly, his voice filled with despair, "Don't be afraid, you'll be alright, I promise I won't let anything happen to you again. Fengming, get up, I'll heal you, I'll channel my spiritual energy into you, you can't die, you can't die..."
Ji Fengming, who was "on the verge of death": "...?"
What exactly happened to Xiao Chen?
He only suffered some serious physical injuries; his soul wasn't severely damaged, so he's far from being on the verge of death!
Looking at Xiao Chen, who seemed to have gone mad, Ji Fengming found it somewhat amusing.
And for some reason... I feel so sorry for her.
Pulled up by Hei Xiao, and seeing that he was about to channel spiritual energy into her, Ji Fengming quickly gripped his hand tightly and whispered in his mind, "Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen, wake up. I'm fine. I'm just physically injured. My soul is perfectly fine. I'll absorb a few spirit stones and meditate to recuperate. I won't die."
"Are you alright?" Black Owl looked into Ji Fengming's eyes, his gaze still somewhat unfocused.
"Yes, I'm fine," Ji Fengming said, placing his hand on her heart.
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