The moment Lu Xiaotian made his move, the dragon might suppressing the immortal-rank wolf riders vanished. Qingming's attacks were also accompanied by dragon might, but compared to the two, the difference was like heaven and earth, clouds and mud. The immortal-rank wolf riders, having endured the baptism of a true dragon's might, did not regard the faint dragon might around Qingming as anything at all.
Although two of the wolf riders had been slain by Qingming and one had suffered severe injuries, drastically reducing its strength, the two surviving wolf riders were the strongest of the group. Now that Lu Xiaotian's dragon might no longer suppressed them, the power they unleashed was astonishing. Qingming had killed two and heavily wounded one in a single burst, but she had also expended part of her dragon essence.
Under the joint assault of the two wolf riders, she was now driven back step by step. If she turned and fled, she might still escape with her life. The two wolf riders attacking her were powerful, but they could not stop her. Yet seeing Lu Xiaotian's current state, Qingming knew that he, too, had likely reached the end of his strength.
"Sir!" Another blade flash struck Qingming. She grunted and cried out in pain.
"Run. Take Little White Python with you. While you still have some strength left, get as far away as possible." Lu Xiaotian's body was as feeble as a guttering candle in the wind, looking so weak that a gust might scatter him. Little White Python had originally been curled up beside Lu Xiaotian's legs, fast asleep. Dragon aura leaked from his body from time to time, allowing Little White Python to sense a trace of a true dragon's intent. The trace was extremely faint and harmless, so Little White Python