Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—one after another, figures descended.
The formation leading to the Black Prison World had been reduced to ashes, leaving only a massive crater dozens of meters deep, a testament to the sheer power of the explosion.
At the bottom of the crater, a figure gasped for breath.
It was Duan Jian, his wings torn and his body covered in wounds.
He struggled to stand, only to collapse again.
"Duan Jian, are you okay?" Du Ze and Lu Piao rushed over anxiously, ready to help him up.
"Be careful!" Nie Li shouted, sensing an overwhelmingly terrifying aura in the air.
Just as Du Ze and Lu Piao reached Duan Jian, two loud booms echoed, and both were sent flying, crashing to the ground and vomiting blood.