"Great Enshrined, are you all right?" An elderly man in gold robes embroidered with silver came to Qian Daoliu's side and asked worriedly.
The golden robes marked his status as a consecrated elder, distinguishing him from the black robes worn by Soul Douluo and the red robes worn by elders. A fierce light blazed in his eyes, and a layer of fine golden scales covered his entire body. His hands had become claws, and an enormous tail covered in scales and spikes trailed behind him.
This man was Golden Crocodile Douluo, Spirit Hall's Second Worship. His martial soul was the Golden Crocodile King, one of the top-rank martial souls, and his soul power had reached level 98.
Spitting out another mouthful of blood, Qian Daoliu shook his head, his face pale. "I'm fine. This probably won't kill me," he said quietly.
Just then, however, Xiao Yan struggled to raise his arm and murmured, "This queen? Cai Lin, is that you?"
At his words, the Silver Dragon King's expression immediately turned icy. She glared at Xiao Yan's weakened face, then suddenly released her grip. His body plunged toward the ground once again, but Dugu Bo arrived just in time to catch him.
A trace of astonishment also flashed across Dugu Bo's face. Xiao Yan had clearly reached the point where the oil had run dry and the lamp was guttering out. Perhaps the person named Cai Lin was the only thing that had sustained him enough to open his eyes and speak.
Shaking his head with a bitter smile, Dugu Bo considered for a moment before saying slowly, "Xiao Yan, it's all right. The battle is over. You don't need to worry."
Hearing Dugu Bo's words through his haze, Xiao Yan finally let the lingering tension in his heart ease. His