Qianyue Changfeng did not know that the person before him was no longer the Lanyun Wu he had longed for day and night, but Qingqiu, the Blood Clan chief. She had returned to make him suffer unbearably. He was merely overjoyed that she had come back, that he could see her again.
But Qiao Sheng stared at Chu Yunlian for a long while without being able to say a word, as if he had truly been scared stupid. He genuinely felt as though he had plotted with a tiger. How could Chu Yunlian be so terrifying?
He staggered two steps forward, only to find both legs weak. Bracing himself against the corner of the table, he covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly. When he opened his palm, it was covered in blood.
Fireballs, wind blades, arrows! All kinds of attacks continually rained down upon the Wasteland Wolf King. A string of damage numbers kept floating above its head.
Old Hunter sheathed his blade and rapidly retreated. With one hand, he placed another Beast Clamp Trap in front of himself, then drew his short bow and fired two arrows in succession.
But it was useless. Even as Tianlan was about to fall to his death, he did not feel a thing and still had his eyes closed.
"What if I said I could make it rain?" Ji Zili's cold gaze swept across the crowd, making everyone shudder.
"Creak—" The door to the room before them was opened from within. A streak of golden light flew outside and blocked the person opening it.
Old Li raised his arm with an ostentatious expression. In an instant, tears welled up in the elves' eyes as they cast Embrace of Nature. Visible ripples of energy, carrying a gentle breeze and accompanied by exquisitely beautiful Elven