Fang Qingyu's unconscious body was steadily caught by Qin Hui and Lv Chen, while Jiang Wei on his back was carefully lifted off.

In the chaos.

A deep blue figure had silently appeared beside Fang Qingyu at some unknown time.

It was the old man who had descended from the heavens and killed the flesh monster in a strike.

The Pavilion Master of Dragon Abyss Pavilion, Yan Shouzheng.

He crouched down, his withered fingers as swift and precise as eagle claws, touched Fang Qingyu's mangled wrist, and a mere touch withdrew.

His eyes, deep like ancient wells, swept over Fang Qingyu's broken body.

A barely perceptible furrow appeared on his brow, then smoothed out.

"Not Micro," Yan Shouzheng's voice was not loud, yet clearly penetrated the surrounding noise and doubts, carrying a kind of irrefutable certainty, "It's Profound."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Qiming, Su Wanqing, Zheng Xiaohai, Chen Tiejun, and others listening intently unconsciously twitched at the mouth.

Profound?!

Even if he broke through the Profound during battle, so what?

It's still only Tier One Third Realm!

A Tier One Martial Artist, dragging a heavily injured, near-death body, forcibly smashed a Tier Two Divine Chosen's head?

This explanation is no explanation at all!

Instead, it made them look at the puddle-like corpse of Sikong Zhen on the ground with even more horror and disbelief.

This completely overturned their understanding of power levels!

Yan Shouzheng didn't seem to intend to explain the difference between "Micro" and "Profound" in Fang Qingyu.

He flipped his wrist, and a crimson elixir pill, the size of a dragon eye, perfectly round and glowing with a warm jade-like luster appeared in his palm.

Quick as lightning, he pried open Fang Qingyu's tightly shut jaw, flicked his fingers, and the elixir pill turned into a warm stream sliding down Fang Qingyu's throat.

The moment the elixir entered the stomach.

Fang Qingyu's originally faint and nearly extinguished breath visibly calmed down somewhat, although still extremely weak, the completely dissipated sense of death was forcibly suppressed.

"Alright, hurry up and send him out," Yan Shouzheng stood up, his tone was calm yet carried an indisputable urgency, "Any more delay, this kid will be completely gone."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you, senior!"

Qin Hui and Qi Hao awoke from their daze, daring not to hesitate.

The two carefully lifted Fang Qingyu, Qi Hao gently cradled the unconscious Jiang Wei in his arms, and together with several medical personnel, rushed towards the force field's exit at the fastest speed.

Listening to how they addressed the elderly man, Zhao Qiming twitched at the mouth.

Quickly wiped the cold sweat and blood from his forehead, dragged his exhausted body, respectfully went up to Yan Shouzheng, and bowed deeply: "Zhao Qiming of Songdu Branch, on behalf of all of Songdu City, thank Pavilion Master Yan for your life-saving grace! Were it not for your timely arrival..."

Yan Shouzheng waved casually, interrupting Zhao Qiming's thank-you speech.

His gaze didn't linger on Zhao Qiming, but slightly lifted, casting towards the dim sky.

Everyone subconsciously followed his gaze.

High above, when did another figure appear?!

The figure moved rapidly, diving from the sky.

Even more noticeable, he was carrying a large, bulging sack!

The sack seemed to be wriggling and struggling?

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the figure landed heavily, stirring up a circle of dust.

The newcomer was a well-proportioned, tough-looking middle-aged man, with a restrained aura yet faintly exuding a mountainous weight.

He casually threw the huge sack at Zhao Qiming's feet.

"Yan Lao." The middle-aged man nodded slightly to Yan Shouzheng, his voice steady and powerful.

"Hmm." Yan Shouzheng responded.

The middle-aged man then looked at the astonished Zhao Qiming, his tone as calm as if he had just dropped off a bag of ordinary goods: "Songdu Branch Zhao Qiming? These are the 'big fish' from Creation Technology lurking in the surrounding three cities, along with a few mid-level leaders responsible for connection. People and evidence caught together, handle well, make sure to extract the intel thoroughly."

Zhao Qiming looked at the wriggling sack at his feet, then at the figure in front of him whose aura was unfathomable, able to fly carrying seven or eight live adults, immediately understanding the identity of the other party.

Another Martial Saint!

Inwardly shocked beyond measure, he quickly straightened his back, solemnly saluted: "Yes! I will dutifully follow Martial Saint's orders! I will not fail in my duty!"

The middle-aged man nodded, said no more.

Touched the ground lightly with his toe, shot up as if weightless, turned into a stream of light, instantly vanishing into the thick clouds, leaving everyone gazing upward in admiration and envy.

Martial Saint!

Genuine flight!

This is a symbol of becoming a Martial Arts God, stepping into Tier Three!

Su Wanqing, Zheng Xiaohai, Chen Tiejun's eyes revealed deep longing.

Yan Shouzheng withdrew his gaze, looked at Zhao Qiming, Su Wanqing, Wei Banmeng, and others, and asked, "Alright, who will tell me now, what exactly happened in the depths of Songdu Pit? From when you were trapped, to this kid..." He pointed in the direction Fang Qingyu was carried off, "...and that monster I struck dead, and that traitor, and the snake you mentioned."

Zhao Qiming immediately stepped forward, clearly reporting the pit's mutation, Life Ghost riot, communication interruption, Modified Martial Artist trap, Red-headed White-bodied Beast appearance, four strong individuals trapped in the core area, etc.

He emphasized Fang Qingyu's team's key role in exploration and rescue.

Su Wanqing supplemented the details of being trapped in the core area, the terror of the Molting Level Life Ghost "Rotten Nest Monarch," and the key to their escape.

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