Just as Shen Yi's spear grazed his clothes, Feng Fan finally breached the immortal array. The escape route was open, but his survival was far from guaranteed. Shen Yi's spear was still an inch from piercing his heart.
'Dying while saving my continent from invaders… WHAT A FUCKING DUMB WAY TO DIE!'
But the fatal strike he expected never came.
The instant the breach appeared, two figures shot out like lightning—Long Liu and Fan Ying.
Fan Ying's sword flared to life, radiating sword intent as it clashed against Shen Yi's spear, deflecting the deadly blow. At the same time, Long Liu's body expanded, shifting into her humanoid dragon form. She scooped Feng Fan into her arms—in a princess carry.
Feng Fan blinked twice, stunned as he stared up at the towering three-meter-tall woman grinning down at him.
"Good job, Feng Fan. Now leave the rest to us."
"E-Elder Long?!"
He was utterly baffled. The fierce dragon-woman holding him was none other than Long Liu?!
