Let You Fight for Me and Show Them What True Strength Is

"Ding—"

A clear, melodious hum echoed through the air.

The Lich King, who had begun chanting, extended her left hand from beneath her robes.

It still looked exceptionally slender.

It had to be said that this hand was like white jade.

Her palm was crystalline and translucent, her fingers pale and delicate.

It was truly slender as jade, oddly amusing for hand enthusiasts.

The only flaw was that this jade-like hand was far too pale.

So pale that it seemed entirely bloodless.

That sense of incongruity gave it a strange, eerie charm.

However, the Lich King's next action left the tense Long Haochen and the others completely dumbfounded.

The Lich King swiftly drew a circle in the void.

She opened a Space Channel, intending to make her escape first.

What a joke. Although she, the Lich King, considered herself half the ruler of the Undead Plane—who wouldn't respectfully offer her a cigarette when they saw her?

But this group of professionals from another world clearly weren't easy targets.

The expendable pawn she had sent out for a war of attrition had been silently eliminated in a single exchange.

Could she really charge into danger alone?

Besides, every male professional here looked like someone not to be trifled with.

So, the Lich King decisively chose to follow her heart and flee.

Seeing this great being about to leave,

Yang Wenzhao and the others also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, good. Although they had strength in numbers, it was naturally best if they could avoid fighting such a powerful opponent.

But in the next instant, an unexpected change occurred.

Caier, the woman who had remained quietly standing behind Long Fan, made her move.

A powerful beam of white light erupted first.

It instantly spanned a thousand meters, forming a curtain