"Senior Brother, you finally came!" Situ Mingyue looked at Zhang Yang descending from the sky, gave a bitter smile, and fainted with her head tilted.

Under the siege of more than twenty Golden Core Realm cultivators, it was already very difficult for her to hold on for so long.

Although she relied on the Xuanming Robe and the Profound Yin Jade Plate, the toll on her mind and spiritual power was immense.

She knew very well what fate awaited her if she fell into Tan Yaoguang's hands.