The Ancient Dragon really didn't like conflict. The moment it gained even the slightest disadvantage, it ran.
Even Fu Qian couldn't help admiring how decisively the Ancient Dragon acted.
At the same time, he had no intention of pursuing it while he had the advantage.
He needed to keep a clear head. He was sitting in this seat, and if he hadn't been driven away by some petty troublemaker earlier, how could he be lured away now?
"Mr. Lu?"
Fu Qian, gazing up at the hole in the ceiling, didn't remain aloof for long.
Soon, a figure squeezed through the open doorway ahead.
She was slender, her eyes gleaming, every strand of her blazing-white hair like a filament. It was none other than the Pregnant Angel, Lorraine.
At that moment, she held a phantom white longbow drawn taut, a sharp arrow already aimed in this direction.
With such murderous intent, she obviously couldn't have been the one who'd cried out just now. The voice had belonged to Elina, who was peeking out from behind her.
As expected of the team's only brain, she knew how important it was to protect the command center. She'd never stick her head into the bushes like that.
And in Fu Qian's view, Elina's way of using Lorraine, a demigod, was quite sensible.
Compared to close-quarters combat, where the situation could change in an instant, long-range charged shots were clearly better suited to such volatile high-end combat strength.
As for Elina's question, the reason was easy enough to understand—Fu Qian still had Sinking Anchor hanging from him.
Given the item's properties, by any ordinary understanding, he shouldn't have been able to appear here. It was only natural to wonder whether this was an impersonator or an illusion.
"Thanks for your effort. I, Lu, arrived a