"Feng Jiu!"
"Ah Jiu!"
Almost simultaneously, Mo Chen's shout and Xuanyuan Mo Ze's incredulous voice rang out. Both of them saw a red figure fly out like a kite with its string cut, spilling a mouthful of blood that traced an arc in mid-air before falling down. Feng Jiu's figure also fell, disappearing into the clouds, and falling towards the bottom.
Just then, a flash of light appeared, and Old White shot out from the space. Its dragon-like body swung down to catch the falling Feng Jiu.
"Master, Master!"
Old White called out anxiously. It felt a surge of fear and panic when it turned back and saw Feng Jiu's pale face and the blood on her lips. However, when it raised its head, it saw that Xuanyuan Mo Ze was also falling down. It quickly flew out to catch him.
