"Teacher Wu!"
Inside the Spirit Ascension Platform, Tang Wulin looked at Wu Zhangkong with worry written all over his face. He wanted to help, but he could not even fly.
"You and Gu Yue, hurry and activate the emergency escape device!"
Wu Zhangkong did not turn around. His gaze remained fixed on the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon before him.
Tang Wulin wanted to say something more, but Gu Yue grabbed him.
"Don't waste any time. The only thing we can do now is activate the emergency escape device."
Gu Yue was right. Against a battle of this level, one- and two-ring Soul Masters like them could not help at all.
"Alright!"
Tang Wulin nodded hard, directly slung the unconscious Xie Xie onto his back, and ran with Gu Yue toward the building marked with the Spirit Pagoda emblem.
"A Golden-Eyed Black Dragon of around fifty thousand years, huh!"
Wu Zhangkong stared intently at the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon before him, making a rough estimate in his mind.
However, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon lineage possessed the orthodox bloodline of the Dragon God. Even with only fifty thousand years of cultivation, its actual combat strength was already close to the hundred-thousand-year level.
The Golden-Eyed Black Dragon showed no reaction as it watched Tang Wulin and the others leave. Perhaps, in its eyes, the three of them were not worth worrying about. The true threat was the man before it, clad in ice-blue Battle Armor.
At once, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon moved—not in the conventional sense, but by vanishing directly from Wu Zhangkong's sight.
"Spatial Teleport!"
Wu Zhangkong recognized it instantly. He knew full well that the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon lineage wielded both darkness and space elements, so using Spatial Teleport was nothing particularly surprising.
In an instant, six soul rings rose one after another