After cutting the parachute cords, when An Jing stepped out of the woods, the blazing jungle had become a bright backdrop, with the sounds of self-destruction and collapsing buildings one after another.
For him, this scene was trivial. Although those wilderness Tribulation Cultivators had top-tier equipment, their strength was really too weak. In the same amount of time, An Jing could use Grasping Heavenly Moment to lock on and charge up a shot at five times their speed.
When he found Mrs. Guang and the other two companions, they were all still in a state of too much shock to move.
"An... An Xuan..."
Mrs. Guang didn't look too good. She had withstood a wave of missile attacks with the aid of the Space Shuttle, and now her face was pale, with light golden Spiritual Liquid oozing from her eyes and nose, continuously evaporating in mid-air.
