"He can actually battle against a Golden Immortal!" Shi Yue's eyes flickered with shock, as he had thought that after Shen Fei spoke, they would soon have to intervene.
Although it seemed precariously close to the edge, they still held on.
Qingfeng was also filled with shock, "Truly someone esteemed by the Venerable Fu Xi!"
"But next..." The longsword behind Qingfeng flew out. He realized the counterattack from the Master of the Mucous Sea couldn't be underestimated. If they didn't intervene, Shen Fei might be killed in an instant, and they wouldn't even have time to save him.
But Shen Fei's voice still came through.
"Two elders, it is not yet time to make a move!"
The next moment.
The massive body of the Master of the Mucous Sea, condensed from filthy origin, let out a muffled roar, with its three vertically aligned eyes flowing with dark green pus locked firmly on the flickering Sigh Barrier of the True Martial.
