Ye Fu's life signs disappeared, and the four geniuses he had been controlling also closed their eyes and dropped from the sky.
Chu Bei's current appearance could only be described as extremely wretched, his green robe dotted with numerous small holes, making him seem no different from a beggar.
"Brother Long..."
If it weren't for Long Yan, he likely would have died at the hands of those four people after a little while longer.
Long Yan disengaged from the amplification state of the Qilin Blood Demon Gun, stumbled in mid-air, and almost fell as overextended True Qi and excessive use of mystic techniques had already overdrawn his body.
Chu Bei hurried to support him, feeling very ashamed. He had originally come to assist Long Yan, but instead, he had nearly caused more trouble for him.
"Don't worry about it."
Long Yan smiled at Chu Bei. Although the situation had been perilous, the outcome was good, wasn't it? Now, to dwell on the process was meaningless.