Yang Genshuo didn't know why today was so fortuitous—the old bear and the Feng Family Divine Beast were like pieces of meat delivered right to Yang Shi's mouth—yet wouldn't let him die!
Heaven: Wanted to die? Ask me if I approve!
"Is this the allure of 80 Qi Fortune?"
Aside from Qi Fortune, Yang Genshuo couldn't think of any explanation.
At this moment, Feng Lian, who was locked by countless Qi Mechanisms, was sweating profusely.
The hurricane he controlled had blocked more than a hundred anti-aircraft guns for a full minute, consuming a massive amount of his Spiritual Power!
Luckily, he primarily cultivated wind, his movement technique was unrivaled, and he was among the fastest even at the Golden Core Stage. Just now, while blocking the attacks, he flitted around and managed not to let the Divine Beast under his command get injured.
But looking back, he was the only cultivator of the Feng Family left...