A divine light shone into the dust and haze, falling before the floating Ghost Gate. The light shifted, solidified, and revealed the figure of a middle-aged man in a yellow robe.
His yellow robe was adorned with dragon patterns, and his bronze-colored face was stern, exuding an imposing demeanor.
Upon seeing that Elder Tianxuan's body was inconsistently solid and ethereal, he immediately showed a hint of surprise, "You're injured?"
"Not only am I injured, but he also escaped."
Elder Tianxuan slowly raised his right hand, clearly revealing a black wound in his palm, "His mastery in the Cosmic Dao far surpasses that of the palace. Even under such circumstances, he managed to seize the opportunity to escape. However, he must have borrowed some force. By now, the fierce battle at Wushan should be tilting in the Great Venerable's favor."
At this, the middle-aged man was genuinely astonished.
