However.
At this moment.
A fleeting shadow swept by, taking Qingde and disappearing without a trace.
It was Xuanyang.
His robes were ragged, his old face bloody and blurry.
His aura was somewhat depleted.
It seemed he had suffered a significant loss.
Just as "Banished Immortal Drunk" was within reach, it suddenly vanished.
Jiang Fan was furious: "You old bastard!"
"Why weren't you killed by the East Sea Demon Emperor?"
Thud—
The East Sea Demon Emperor returned, her breathtakingly beautiful face brimming with a sense of satisfaction and relief.
It seemed she had finally vented her anger.
"Congratulations, Senior Yizhu."
The East Sea Demon Emperor looked at Jiang Fan and grabbed his arm, eyes full of gratitude.
"Jiang Fan, you are a benefactor to our East Sea Demon Clan!"
"How should I thank you?"
Jiang Fan smiled gently: "When Senior Yizhu helped my Continent, she never thought of asking for any reward."
