Splat!
The sharp spider spear, gleaming with an eerie green poison light, tore through the air.
The scent of death crashed down like a basin of ice water.
Oscar's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Meng Yiran's pretty face turned deathly pale.
It was over.
"Yiran!"
"Little Ao!"
Zhao Wuji and Dragon Duke Meng Shu's furious roars sounded so distant.
They were tightly entangled by that damned man in black, unable to spare themselves.
Tang San had pushed his Blue Silver Grass to its limit, yet he was still one step too late.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were still halfway there, their faces filled with anxiety and helplessness.
The shadow of death hung over the entire scene.
At this moment, time seemed to have been brutally slowed by an invisible hand.
Han Yuchen.
Before everyone's eyes, the figure who had been standing still, holding Little White Fox in his arms—
Vanished.
It was not speed pushed to its utmost limit.
It was as if an eraser had wiped him from this world out of thin air.
No wind, no sound, not even the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power.
The next instant.
Just before the sharp spider spear was about to pierce Oscar and Meng Yiran's chests at the same time—
A dazzling streak of starlight suddenly appeared from nowhere.
Buzz—
Countless particles of starlight shimmering with silver radiance gathered from the void like iron filings drawn to a magnet.
They spun and condensed at high speed, outlining a tall, slender figure with his back to everyone.
Han Yuchen.
He stood with his back to the still-shaken Oscar and Meng Yiran.
One hand stretched out casually.
His index and middle fingers came together.
Then, he lightly pinched forward.
Clink.
A soft sound rang out, like jade striking jade.
That sharp spider spear,