Zi Yan watched the two streaks of light flee in panic and vanish beyond the horizon, then slowly lowered her hand.
Behind her, the towering Dragon-Phoenix Phantom unleashed a Dragon Roar Phoenix Cry that shook the heavens, then slowly dissolved, turning back into a shower of purple-gold light that drifted down through the sky.
There was little surprise on her exquisite face. She had known all along that, given their status, those two would surely carry trump cards capable of saving their lives.
Even so, this battle had been enough.
As Xuan Yuan and the Netherworld Prince fled in disgrace, a faint trace of disdain flashed through Zi Yan's purple-gold dragon eyes before she slowly withdrew her gaze.
Her beautiful eyes swept across the countless gazes around her, all tinged with awe and shock.
The greed and covetousness in those eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by profound reverence.
Even the first- and second-ranked figures on the Dragon-Phoenix Record had joined forces only to be routed by the purple-haired woman. Who here would still dare harbor any ulterior motives?
Ling Mei shuddered, every hair on her body standing on end.
She had already feared Zi Yan. Now, as Zi Yan's gaze swept toward her, a chill ran down her spine, as though an ancient fierce beast had fixed its sights on her.
At that very moment, Long Qingyue seized the opening in her concentration and slammed her spear into Ling Mei's shoulder. Ling Mei grunted as she was sent flying backward, another mouthful of blood spraying from her lips.
Despite her injury, Ling Mei dared not delay for even a moment. Riding the momentum, she turned into a streak of crimson light and fled desperately toward the edge of the Dragon-Phoenix Haven without looking back.
She was afraid—truly afraid. Even