Wrapping Up

The once-noisy long street had become utterly deserted.

Purple moonlight cast a hollow, desolate gray pall over everything; the bleak, chill night even drowned out the sound of wind and insects.

A pair of icy eyes stared indifferently at the shadow ahead.

He held a blade—a black blade.

Blood dripped from its tip. It belonged not only to his enemy; his own body was already limping, yet his hand remained steady. ..

The other party's hand had begun to glow with dazzling light, winding toward him like a venomous snake, yet he did not move.

Not moving was far harder than moving—and far more ingenious.

This was precisely the most profound mystery of martial arts.

Just as the light was about to engulf him, he finally moved.

What moved was his mouth.

"Help!"

All right, the above was merely the male lead's imagined scenario born of his obsession with Master Gu Long. What really happened was that a certain Poison Dragon, who had been stirring up trouble behind the scenes, had sneakily followed the party returning home in an attempt to abduct the male lead, only to be discovered by the Alliance's female scientist.

Unexpectedly, Pagliu, who had always been terrified of Lola, did not flee. Instead, he joined forces with the Black Dragon young lady Julia and launched an attack. Unsurprisingly, although both Pagliu and Lola had reached the S++ tier, the Poison Dragon—forever countered by the magic type—was still no match for the Fairy Dragon, even with a Black Dragon young lady added to his side. ..

After a brief "War of Dragons," the Poison Dragon lord, having been turned into porridge, an ice pop, and barbecue several times, finally could not hold out any longer and cried the two words "Help!" at Chen Rui.

Isabella calmly walked