[Buddha-Heart Lamp Transmission] Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; [Emergency Headband] Developed and Unveiled! (Continued)

Lady Ji, once the Queen of West Lake who had commanded the winds and clouds, now looked like a helpless little girl.

Her pride.

Her dignity.

At this moment, they were utterly crushed.

That tentacle was less than three inches from her face.

She could even clearly see the writhing buds of flesh inside its suckers.

Despair.

It drowned her like a rising tide.

At this final moment between life and death.

Her mind did not recall King Fuchai of Wu.

Nor did she recall King Goujian of Yue, the man she hated to the bone.

Her gaze.

Passed through layer upon layer of fog.

Passed through the chaotic battlefield.

Instinctively.

And as the only choice.

She looked toward that man.

The man who had once conquered her in a dream and promised to give her a golden body and confer upon her the title of Orthodox God.

"Lin Lang—!!!"

That cry.

Was shrill.

Was mournful.

It carried boundless longing, along with the trust of entrusting her entire life and fortune to him.

Tears glimmered in her beautiful eyes.

She was begging for help.

Begging her king for help.

Lin Chen's heart suddenly spasmed.

What kind of look was that?

It was the look of someone placing all her hopes on a single person.

The look of treating him as the sky, as the earth.

As her only support in this chaotic age.

Lin Chen was a highly rational person.

But at this moment.

The hot blood in his veins was like gasoline set ablaze, exploding with a boom.

Who am I?

I am the inheritor of the King Qian Destiny.

I am the future master of West Lake.

She is my woman.

She is my ally.

She is someone I have promised to protect!

*If I cannot even protect