"If this seat wishes to leave, not even you, let alone the Quasi-Saint, can hope to keep me here." The feathered Corpse Immortal fanned its wings and disappeared with a "swoosh".
Yuan Hong looked in the direction of the feathered Corpse Immortal's departure, standing in place, silent for a long time. The waters of the East Sea Immortal Islands were deeper than he had imagined.
As for Su Hang, right before the feathered Corpse Immortal left, it also swept him away.
Su Hang, facing the feathered Corpse Immortal, the rotting Corpse Immortal, the skeletal Corpse Immortal, and the floating blood dress, couldn't help but ask, "May I inquire about the dao names of you all..."
Ye Chenyu was also there, equally curious about the identities of the three Corpse Immortals and the blood dress.
"What's with all the questions, are you asking for a beating? Thanks to you, that demonic beast hit me really hard," the feathered Corpse Immortal said, covering its rib area and glaring at Su Hang.