When those two familiar voices pierced through the roars of the fierce beasts and the chaos of the battlefield, Lin Yan froze for a moment before his heart began to pound wildly.
He abruptly raised his head and looked toward the voices.
Amid the collapsing beast horde ahead, an elite Dragon Clan unit was rapidly charging in his direction. At the very front of the formation, two figures were especially striking—
On the left was a majestic Kirin covered in seven-colored scales, its four hooves treading upon auspicious clouds, the Qilin Horn atop its head radiating a hazy glow. It spewed Golden Flames that purified all things, and wherever it passed, Malevolent Qi scattered without exception. It was none other than the Seven-Colored Qilin, Mo Xuan. His aura had astonishingly reached the True Immortal Mid Stage.
On the right was a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon ten zhang long, its golden scales brilliant and its five claws powerful and sturdy. Wind and thunder seemed to follow its coiling body, while Geng Metal Qi swept through the air with every swing of its claws. Who else could it be but Ao Ye?
"Lin Yan?! It really is you!" The Seven-Colored Qilin transformed from Mo Xuan spoke in human language, his voice brimming with unbelievable delight. "How the hell did you end up here? And surrounded by fierce beasts, no less?"
"Lin Yan! Hang on! We're coming!" Ao Ye was even more excited. His dragon roar carried an exuberant fervor as he whipped his tail, sending several fierce beasts lunging at his side flying away.
Not far from the two of them stood a Dragon Clan General clad in azure dragon-patterned battle armor. His expression was stern, and his aura was as deep as the sea. Holding an icy dragon spear, he struck like