"Wood Dragon, Elder."
"Wood Dragon, Elder."
Huaikong and Shifeng immediately transformed into a startling rainbow, darting toward the place where flesh and blood were scattered, and then stood at the edge, looking sadly at the scene before them.
Huaikong suddenly turned around, looking at Wenping, with a hint of pleading in his eyes, and asked, "Sect Leader, save Wood Dragon, Elder."
As Huaikong's gaze turned to Wenping, the eyes of others from the Immortal Sect also gradually shifted to Wenping, waiting for him to nod.
In their hearts, the Sect Leader always represented an omnipotent existence.
Even controlling the dead.
Reviving a dragon should be possible, right?
"Sect Leader..."
"Sect Leader, Wood Dragon, Elder shouldn't die under the Thunder Tribulation."
"Sect Leader..."
Listening to everyone's pleas, Wenping was hesitant to speak, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Their thoughts were also his thoughts.
