Yi Jue followed Feng Jun's gaze and also paused slightly, then asked, "Which one injured you?"
Although Feng Jun didn't say it directly, she understood very well the obsession of cultivators. When they suffer a loss in some matter, the serious ones will seek to regain their dignity—regardless of the matter's size, it's just the pursuit of mental clarity.
She could even vaguely guess why he was so upset.
Feng Jun identified it for a moment, then said, "It's the one with a slightly damaged wing, relatively larger."
Yi Jue's Divine Sense swept over and caught the target—in outer space, using a bit of Divine Sense was not likely to be noticed by the other party, "This one is at the Golden Core High Stage; how do you plan to deal with it?"
"With a Paralysis Talisman," Feng Jun didn't hide his embarrassment, "Ultimately, my cultivation level is limited. If I immobilize it, the Human Race warship should be able to take it out."
