“What has happened?” Meng Jingzhou was very surprised as the flying vehicle plummeted down.
Lu Yang was sweating profusely, desperately trying to control the flying sword technique, but the vehicle continued to fall. He had lost all control over the Qingfeng Sword, unable to sense its presence.
The Silent Taoist said in a deep voice, “We cannot utilize spiritual energy in this place; all spells have become ineffective!”
“What?!”
The Silent Taoist had seen many things and had a rough idea of what might be happening. If they really encountered this situation, it would be a stroke of bad luck for the three of them.
But now was not the time to discuss that; their immediate priority was to save Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou. He stood up, lifted the vehicle's roof, wrapped one arm around Lu Yang and the other around Meng Jingzhou, and jumped down.
Although they could not use spiritual power here, their physical bodies were unhindered. As a high-level expert in the merging stage, the Silent Taoist would have no issues jumping from such a height.
Lu Yang struggled to open his eyes to assess the situation a few times, but the fierce wind during the fall kept him and Meng Jingzhou from being able to see.