Overlord of the Sea of Buried Corpses, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Three-River Sky-Piercing Python: A Master of Escape

The Green Lotus Shield radiated a gentle yet incredibly resilient halo, hanging three feet above Dugu Yan and the others.

Venom rained down on the shield, producing a scalp-prickling hiss.

Thick white smoke rose continuously.

Yet the cyan barrier, seemingly as thin as a cicada's wing, stood firm as a rock, keeping every deadly threat outside.

Not even a trace of poisonous gas seeped into the shield.

"Ye Qing!"

Recognizing that familiar, upright figure before her, Dugu Yan finally felt her nerves, stretched to their limit, relax.

She let out a long, stale breath, her smooth forehead already covered in tiny beads of sweat.

Ning Rongrong patted her chest dramatically, gulping down air as color returned to her pale little face.

"Mother of mercy, Boss Ye, you finally made it!"

Yu Feng dropped unceremoniously onto his backside, his voice still carrying the relief of someone who had narrowly escaped death.

"If you'd been half a step later, every last one of us would've died here today and become this big fellow's after-dinner dessert."

The two Shi Mo brothers exchanged a glance and wiped the cold sweat from their faces with guileless relief.

Their savior had arrived.

As long as their captain stood here,

they would not even frown if the sky came crashing down.

It was an almost blind trust.

And an unshakable sense of security forged through countless life-and-death battles.

The giant python noticed the change as well.

Ye Qing's figure appeared in its cold, vertical pupils, and its enormous body involuntarily shrank back.

"Another human?"

Flicking its scarlet tongue, the python studied this uninvited guest with mounting uncertainty.

It possessed an exceptionally keen nose for danger.

The aura lying dormant within this seemingly young human sent waves of dread through it.

That terrifying pressure, as unfathomable as an