Chen Hao was gone. Yang Wanqing was gone. Xiao Yue was gone.
There was only an endless grassland, with blue skies above and green earth below. As the wind blew, waves of grass rolled like ocean swells.
"Brother?" she called. No one answered.
"Qingqing?" she called. No one answered.
Only when the livestream viewers flooded the chat with warnings did she snap to her senses: she was trapped in an Illusion Formation.
Chen Siyao read the comments and took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
A wolf appeared in the distance. It was gray, no bigger than an ordinary wolf. It crouched in the grass, tilting its head as it watched her.
Then a second appeared, followed by a third, a fourth... Hundreds, then thousands of wolves poured out from behind the hills at the far end of the grassland, surging toward her like a gray tide.
Chen Siyao's scalp prickled. Instinctively, she raised her hands and assumed the opening stance of the first transformation of the Azure Dragon Nine Transformations.
But she did not dare attack. There were too many wolves. How could she fight them all alone?
Just as despair and helplessness overwhelmed her.
A vast, steady voice rang through the illusion, as though descending from the heavens.
Chen Hao's voice came from the sky, like thunder rumbling through the clouds. "Yaoyao, Little Qing, don't be afraid. Use the Azure Dragon Nine Transformations against them."
His voice rolled in from every direction like thunder, making even the grass tremble.
Chen Siyao froze for a moment, then smiled. Resolve filled her eyes. I can't hold my brother back. I have to get stronger so I can help him.
Gritting her teeth, she charged into the pack.
She struck the first wolf that lunged at her with a