Meteor spat out a mouthful of blood, slowly raised her head, and looked at half of the Flood Dragon Serpent's ferocious face.
She could not help but recall what Messenger had said before his death:
"This will be our best chance to kill the Hidden Boss, and perhaps our only chance."
Sorry, Messenger. Even if I lose this chance, I won't regret it, because no matter what, I can't let that boy return to the Upper City.
The Golden Cicada between her fingers glimmered faintly before rapidly shriveling and fading.
Meteor successfully escaped Feng Ling's grasp and fled toward the passage with all her strength!
The iron gate at the end of the passage had turned to sand and disintegrated the moment the Labyrinth Boss died. Witch and Bishop had already escaped.
Across the boundless sea of sand, rain poured down in sheets.
Muddy streams rushed down the sandy ridges, and the once-dry sand had become as soggy as mud beneath the torrential rain.
Witch ran desperately with the boy in her arms. Before her was a heavy curtain of rain; beneath her feet were wet sand and murky water.
The rain had come too suddenly, turning many places into depressions and small lakes. Every step Witch took was difficult.
The little boy in her arms was listless, perhaps devastated by Messenger's death, or perhaps anxious about what lay ahead for him.
A massive figure vaguely emerged through the rain.
Witch stopped alertly, but delight appeared on her face the next second.
Because that figure was a Skeletal Monstrosity, and Skeletal Monstrosities were Drunkard's usual mounts.
"Drunkard!" Witch hurried forward, carrying the boy as she ran toward the figure. "It's wonderful that you came! That lunatic Meteor lured over the Hidden Boss and got Messenger killed. Now you're the only