"Little Yan, you step back first."
Holy Mountain, the elder doctor felt the demonic power emanating from the sword energy vortex, his face full of gravity.
"Grandpa Chen, be careful."
Although Little Yan was unwilling, she also knew that in her current state, staying here would only be a burden to Grandpa Chen. She could only fly down to the Holy Mountain below.
"Little Yan, are you okay?"
Seeing Little Yan coming down, Ling Shuang immediately approached, sensing the decline in Little Yan's aura, asking worriedly.
"I'm fine. How is the Holy Master's injury?"
Little Yan looked towards the first Holy Master, who was still unconscious.
"Big brother's injury is temporarily stabilized, but recovering might be extremely difficult, and we don't know if we have that time."
The second Holy Master replied and then looked towards the sky.
Little Yan also looked up.
