Di Tian Descends Upon the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Hearing the words "run away together," Yu Xiaogang felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

In that instant, his already stiff face turned so deathly pale that it looked as though it had just been soaked in formaldehyde.

Was this fate?

Over the past few days on Scar Mountain, he had suffered inhuman torment—a double assault upon both body and mind.

Every time that scar-faced man came near, he felt as though he had taken another step closer to hell.

After so much hardship.

After enduring for so very long, the clan had finally sent someone.

The experts of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were right at the foot of the mountain. That was more than rescue—it was a beam of light shining into his bleak life!

If he really got taken away by this pervert...

Yu Xiaogang instantly pictured the scar-faced man grinning stupidly at him in some remote wilderness, reaching out with his filthy hands.

He would rather just die!

"No..."

Fear overcame cowardice.

Listening to the increasingly close roars of Soul Skills outside the window, Yu Xiaogang heard the call of hope—the hope of survival.

He suddenly opened his mouth wide, ready to use every ounce of strength in his life to cry out for help.

As long as he got that shout out, no matter how strong this scar-faced man was, he would never escape the encirclement of the clan's experts!

"Save—"

However.

The word "me" was still rolling around in his throat.

A large, rough, greasy hand, carrying an intense stench of old body odor, shot over with lightning speed.

What was more, it clutched a wad of rag made of some unknown material.

Its color was black tinged with yellow.

Judging by its texture, it was probably