Demon Knightmon swung his halberd again, sending a visible ripple slicing toward MagnaAngemon. MagnaAngemon floated blankly in midair, showing no response at all. Angewomon rushed into him, hoping to knock him out of Demon Knightmon's attack range. But the moment she touched MagnaAngemon, her own time froze as well. Though pressed tightly against him, she could feel no warmth from his body. Nor did she feel any pressure or threat. She simply could not move.
Just as everyone was on the verge of despair, a thin streak of sword light extended out of the darkness, stretching across a point thirty feet above MagnaAngemon's head. The instant the ripple crossed the sword light, it shattered completely.
"Zheng Fan, is that you? Thank goodness!" T.K. Takaishi jumped up in excitement, then plopped down on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Come on, with all the commotion you're making, did you really think I wouldn't notice? Where are Tai and the Others?" Zheng Fan sounded relaxed, but inwardly, he felt a lingering dread. He had returned to the Human World only a few hours ago. In other words, if he had lingered a little longer with Dagomon, or stopped to admire some scenery along the way, he would have come back to nothing but ruins.
"Zheng Fan, Demon has fused with Imperialdramon. Please, save Imperialdramon!" Oura dropped to his knees with a thud, tears bursting from his eyes.
Has this kid's courage crumbled? What happened? Zheng Fan glanced at Oura, then at Ken Ichijouji beside him, filled with an indescribable confusion. Is it because Imperialdramon is being controlled? Is he afraid of losing his power, afraid of the future? But from what Zheng Fan knew of Oura, he was not that sort of person. Looking at Ken Ichijouji beside him again, however, Zheng Fan