A white figure was standing there.
That figure was incomparably familiar.
It even emitted a sacred aura.
"A Holy Dragon, the master of your Holy Dragon!"
Zhao Yifeng said with his entire body trembling.
Right now, he and Zhang Beiting.
Their entire bodies were shrouded in endless terror.
The master of a Holy Dragon.
What kind of terrifying existence was that?
At this very instant!
They had long since abandoned any thoughts of making a big achievement back then.
Or currying favor with the organization to get promoted and grow rich.
Only two words echoed continuously within their hearts.
"Run!"
Without a single doubt!
The master of the Holy Dragon was not someone they could handle.
No matter who that person was.
Whatever lineup they had or what purpose they held.
What they needed to do right now was escape.
Run as far away as possible.
Otherwise, their fate might end up just like the Plague Rat and the Plague Source.
"Thunder Falcon!"
Zhao Yifeng summoned his own Phantom Beast at the very first moment.
A huge falcon.
Immediately leaped up.
He was even about to abandon his companion, Zhang Beiting.
Escape!
Fleeing without ever looking back.
That man was simply a god of death.
As for Zhang Beiting, who lacked a flying-type Phantom Beast.
He fled toward the depths of the forest with a face full of panic.
Yet!
At this very moment!
The Thunder Falcon had just spread its wings.
Zhang Beiting had only taken a single step.
"Obsidian Shadow Gamma!"
A shadow flashed.
In an instant!
The panicked and flustered figures of Zhao Yifeng and Zhang Beiting came to an abrupt halt.
Even!
When the Thunder Falcon's wings were spread halfway.
They froze right there.
"W-What!"
Zhao Yifeng looked at that streak of shadow in terror.
He