"Quick, cover me!"
The Three Realms Wanderer shouted anxiously.
Wang Jixuan hesitated for a moment, and then the Alien Soul, with tears streaming, swallowed the Residual Soul of the Three Realms Wanderer into its chest.
Strands of Soul Power nourished the Three Realms Wanderer.
Actually, there was no need to be too anxious; several small ships were already shooting over from the direction of the Moon, with beams of light already striking here.
The support had arrived.
"What's happening?"
The Three Realms Wanderer asked anxiously.
Wang Jixuan pondered for a few moments and then spoke of his experiences.
The Immortal Palace, the halls, the sitting White Bones, and the White Bone that pushed him out, and that voice saying, 'What a pity, he's a Demon Cultivator.'
"What's wrong with a Demon Cultivator? Do the Immortals in here look down on Demon Cultivators?"
The Three Realms Wanderer grumbled discontentedly.
