The enemy of my enemy was my friend.
Even if Chen Qunxing did not join the Rescue Team, Nameless was still going to save her.
If he acted now, Chen Qunxing might mistake him for an accomplice of the Calamity Team and attack him too. He had only one chance: to step in when the Dark King had overpowered her and she knew she was going to die.
Only then would Chen Qunxing realize he was a friend, not an enemy.
But could he really pull someone out from under the Dark King's hand? Nameless was not sure. What if Dream River failed him?
Nameless hurried to test Dream River's abilities. For a time, its waves surged and took on a thousand different forms.
Most of Dream River's abilities were merely extras. Its fundamental nature was already powerful enough: with its water as a medium, Nameless could produce almost any effect he wanted.
Nameless turned the water into fire, lightning, and air, then turned it back into water and tossed it into the river.
After trying hundreds of variations, he finally felt more at ease. All he had to do now was wait for the Dark King to arrive.
"I can't hold on much longer."
Zhu Yanlao's beard was being annihilated bit by bit by the light. Drenched in sweat, he held up a black shield and roared in terror.
Unfortunately, no one else on the Calamity Team had any attention to spare. Though they all belonged to the Beast-Taming Zhu Family, they came from different worlds. There was little familial affection between them.
In fact, these teammates might well have killed the descendants they had left behind in their own worlds.
Zhu Yanlao knew that. But people cornered by death often clung to a sliver of hope, so