Han Feng looked at the little girl before him, with her twin ponytails, pale face, and stubborn pretense of strength, and could not help laughing. He reached out and flicked her smooth little forehead, neither too hard nor too lightly.
"This form of yours is pretty cute."
"You!" Zi Yan's little face flushed at his teasing. Just as she was about to retort, she tugged at her internal injuries and let out a muffled groan.
Meanwhile, the monstrous Northern Dragon King, whose arm had been severed, watched Han Feng and Zi Yan converse as though no one else existed. Resentment and terror flashed across all three of his vicious faces.
He knew that the situation was lost. If he did not flee now, he would truly die here.
With that thought, he no longer dared hesitate. Forcibly stirring the violent blood qi within his body, he flashed into a streak of blood-red light and fled madly into the depths of the void without looking back.
"Trying to run?"
However, though he was fast, Han Feng was even faster.
Han Feng did not even turn his head. Still looking at Zi Yan in his arms, he casually waved toward the direction in which the blood-red light was fleeing.
"Come back."
As his voice fell, a golden flame appeared silently before the Northern Dragon King as though it had teleported. It transformed into an enormous golden fire cage, trapping him firmly within.
"Ah—!"
A shrill scream rang out from within the golden fire cage.
Only then did Han Feng turn around and softly ask the curious Zi Yan in his arms, "Little Zi Yan, do you Ancient Void Dragons still want this fellow?"
Zi Yan glanced at the blood-red monster struggling frantically amid the flames yet unable to escape. Deep hatred and