Boom!
On the tumultuous Red Water Lake, a giant wave surged skyward. The Immortal Crane, carrying Zhang Kui and Elder Huayan, crashed onto the shore.
After many brushes with death, they finally escaped with their lives.
The lakeside was covered with snow and ice chunks, occasionally revealing withered yellow reeds.
Elder Huayan tumbled to the ground, spat a mouthful of blood, while the Immortal Crane gasped for air. Its feathers were dulled and clung wet to its body, devoid of any immortal aura.
The two had long been gravely injured, sustaining themselves with pills. Now that the effects were fading, they were almost at the end of their ropes.
Zhang Kui, on the other hand, managed better; he took a few deep breaths, rolled over, and got up, vigilant as his Flying Sword circled around him, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
