"Yu Linglong, contain your insolence."
"You disgraced and without shame, actually exploiting my absence to attack the Ten Thousand Demon Country."
"Even without the Ten Thousand Demon Country, I can easily kill you here and now."
...
"Netherworld, save me."
"Damn, why is it an Illusion Technique?"
...
"General Ma, save me."
Finally, the cries of the Roc Immortal had an effect.
A Colored Glaze Lamp descended from the heavens, blocking the indestructible three thousand silver threads.
The Saint's horsetail whisk was quietly burning in the flame of the Colored Glaze Lamp, and the lamp and the horsetail whisk formed a fleeting balance in mid-air.
At this moment, the Roc Immortal could finally breathe a sigh of relief, reattaching his wing which had been cut off by Yu Linglong.
"Brother, be extremely cautious," the Roc Immortal warned in a deep voice.
"Brother? General Ma?"
Yu Linglong's eyes shimmered as she guessed the origin of the Colored Glaze Lamp.