This tiny distance had become an impassable chasm.
Lu Mingfei charged forward again and again, only to die beneath the White King's claws each time. Every time, he felt he was closer to success.
But every time, he fell short at the very last moment.
The White King's counterattack always came in the final second.
Erii's consciousness was already struggling to survive between the White King's will and the will of the divine blood. She was like a candle burning in a gale, its flame flickering between brightness and darkness, liable to go out at any moment. She simply could not control this body for long.
Lu Mingfei realized that the remaining gap was not something his current self could cross.
It was not that he had not tried hard enough or fought desperately enough. He was simply being crushed by the numbers.
So he decisively used one of the two remaining berserk awakenings Lu Mingze had left him.
"As you wish, Brother—"
The Little Devil's voice seemed to surface beside his ear. It was somewhat unreal, and Lu Mingfei could not tell whether the Little Devil had truly come to him and said those words. Maybe it was only his own hallucination.
Lu Mingfei's Golden Eyes burned even brighter. Dragon Blood surged through his body like a great river with every dam thrown open, roaring and churning as it rushed through his limbs and bones.
His fingers curled into claws, and a pair of enormous membranous wings unfurled from his shoulder blades. Their span was too vast to stretch out in the narrow passage, so they remained half-folded, like a gigantic black umbrella that had been folded shut.
More than half of Lu Mingfei's face was now covered in dragon scales, savage yet majestic.
He saw the flow of