The moment Luo Qingqing raised her head, new Dragon Scales bloomed above her. One became two, two became four, until they formed a ring suspended in midair. Hundreds of Dragon Scales gave off a faint white glow as they slowly revolved around her, like an angel's halo, lending her an almost sacred air.
Was that really Luo Qingqing?
Xia Fan found himself sharing Taxisis's doubt.
Just then, a voice spoke directly in his mind. "Dragon Scales are not suited to eliminating this kind of invader. I still need your help."
The last time he had encountered such mental communication had been in the Escape Tower.
"Is that you, Luo Qingqing?" Xia Fan asked instinctively.
But he received no answer.
The next moment, a ray of light shot out from the White Gate and enveloped him. In an instant, Xia Fan felt something squeeze into his consciousness, accompanied by a vast flood of qi.
Under that radiance, all his exhaustion and depletion vanished without a trace.
"I do not have much energy stored. There is only one chance. It is up to you."
Though the voice sounded like Luo Qingqing's, its tone gave Xia Fan a sense of distant unfamiliarity.
But this was no time to dwell on such feelings. The Evil Spirit's threat had yet to be removed, and it was on the verge of breaking through the flying blades' blockade and charging at them.
He could tell that ever since the White Gate had appeared, the Evil Spirit had grown far more frenzied. It even seemed determined to destroy them at any cost. Perhaps it, too, had realized that the situation had undergone some fundamental change.
Luo Qingqing acted at that moment as well.
With a sweep of her angled hand, she pointed at the Evil Spirit. The halo