In the Eastern Region, a beach glowed with a beautiful, pale golden light under the sun. The blue sky, white clouds, sand, and green shade formed a stunning seaside landscape. Two figures stood upon the sand: Su Han and Gong Ming.
"Puh!"
The moment Gong Ming landed, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, staggered, and collapsed. His injuries were too severe. His Divine Sense was greatly depleted, and his Physical Body was not as strong as Su Han's. The explosion of the Spatial Transmission Formation had left him gravely wounded, and he was now on the brink of collapse.
"Master Gong Ming!"
Su Han reacted instantly, catching Gong Ming just before he hit the ground. Su Han was filled with gratitude that Master Gong Ming had ventured into the deep sea and risked his life to save him. But this was no time for sentiment; they had to flee as quickly as possible.
