Zhuo Yifan's combat robes had been damaged and torn. Wang Baole didn't have to use too much strength to rip out a large strip of his clothing, revealing Zhuo Yifan's pale, tender skin…
He waved and shouted his lungs out, and the approaching cruiser immediately saw them. In reality, compared to the cloth being waved around in mid-air, Wang Baole's round body was even more eye-catching.
The cruiser approached almost instantly. Seven to eight cultivators from the college leaped from the cruiser hurriedly. Leading them was the Deputy Sect Lord of the Ethereal Dao College. His long red robes fluttered as he leaped down, and an aura stronger than that of the giant tree spread across the sky in an instant.
Wang Baole had only felt it slightly, but he still found breathing difficult as feelings of oppression rose uncontrollably within him.