"Master!"
Zhenzhen, Lianlian, and Aiai had been thrilled to come out, but the moment they felt the aftershock of the battle ahead, they huddled beside Qin Feng, trembling. Their little hands clutched his arm and wouldn't let go.
"Don't be afraid!"
Qin Feng hurriedly reassured them. "Our Immortal Alliance is at war with the God of War Hall. Long Aotian may be powerful, but the advantage lies with our Immortal Alliance."
"Long Aotian?!"
Zhenzhen, Lianlian, and Aiai immediately latched onto the key name and instinctively looked up, searching for Long Aotian.
Though they hadn't seen Long Aotian in life, they had followed Miss Xinyan for so many years and seen the portraits of him she'd drawn. They quickly picked him out amid the chaotic battlefield.
The battlefield ahead was alive with shifting winds and clouds, and the cries of battle shook the heavens. Clad in the Ten-Thousand-Gold Undying Armor, Long Aotian shone like a dazzling star.
Though losing the Golden Dragon Spear had greatly diminished his fighting strength, he still drove Mengyao Fairy back step by step with nothing but his fists. His imposing figure hung high in the sky, the light of his golden armor illuminating the entire battlefield.
"It really is Long Aotian!"
The three Little Female Ghosts immediately grew excited.
It wasn't that they worshipped Long Aotian. They'd simply heard Miss Xinyan talk about him for tens of thousands of years, and today they had finally seen him in the flesh.
"Brother Aotian, don't disappoint me!"
Qin Feng murmured as he looked up.
Now that his three loudspeakers were in place, all that remained was for Long Aotian to come to the rescue of the damsel in distress.
"Are those puppets?!"
Zhao Changsheng frowned beside him, studying the three Little Female Ghosts.
Unlike the puppets he'd read