The monster pressed its advantage and continued charging at the white figure.
Knowing she was no match for it, the white figure turned and fled.
The monster pursued relentlessly.
"Miss, I'll lure the monster away. Escape quickly."
As the Willow Serpent woman watched the two figures swiftly recede into the sky, a divine-sense transmission suddenly rang out in her mind.
A bitter, desolate smile appeared on her face.
She could not even move an inch now. How could she possibly flee?
"Sir, do not concern yourself with me. Leave quickly. The monster has sealed both my demon power and my body; I cannot escape. I am Qing Lian, the Crimson-Scaled King's younger sister. Please carry a message for me. Tell my eldest brother to avenge me and Withered Snow Granny," the Willow Serpent woman transmitted in reply.
"Wait for me. I will definitely come back to save you." That voice rang out again.
Qing Lian wanted to send another transmission, but the other party had already fled beyond the range of her divine sense, leaving her no choice but to give up.
She lay on the ground, staring at the drifting white clouds overhead, her expression sorrowful.
Though the white figure intended to save her, his strength was clearly inferior to the monster's. How could he possibly turn around this certain death?
"I hope he can get away," Qing Lian murmured.
Yet Qing Lian had waited for death for less than half an incense stick's time when that white figure suddenly reappeared in her sight.
Why has he come back?
The thought had barely crossed Qing Lian's mind when a force swept toward her, wrapping around her waist and abdomen and dragging her swiftly into the distance.
"Sir... why have you come back?" Qing Lian asked after being dragged by