"Don't get distracted. Hurry and follow him out of here!"
An aged voice rang out beside Xiao Yan's ear, heavy with solemn concern.
When had he ever heard Yao Lao speak in such a tone? It seemed this situation was far from ordinary.
From Yao Lao's and Elder Zhou's reactions alone, he could guess how terrifying that black smoke was.
Under that oppressive weight, Xiao Yan's expression turned bitter. Why had a mere three-year agreement stirred up so much trouble, each incident more perilous than the last? Had the god of misfortune possessed him?
"Boy, you run rather fast. This Protector underestimated you."
A sinister, eerie voice suddenly rang out behind Xiao Yu.
Then Xiao Yu felt a chill down his back. His hair stood on end as a sense of extreme danger surged through him.
Without time to think, Xiao Yu forcibly changed direction and darted downward.
The next second, a spatial rift appeared where Xiao Yu had just been.
Within the rift lay endless darkness dotted with glimmers of light. Xiao Yu had no doubts about its cutting power. If it struck him, he would be gravely injured.
"There's no escaping..."
Without Xiao Yan, he might have had the slightest chance of escaping. But with Xiao Yan in tow, there was no hope against a Mid-Rank Dou Zong who could tear space apart and walk through the air.
Xiao Yu stared sharply at the black smoke above and released Xiao Yan. Extreme-Breaking Ice Flame and Blue-Silver Cold Lightning then surged out as he said gravely, "Sir, please lend a hand, or we'll all die here today."
The next moment, before Xiao Yan could react, he lost control of his body.
The Purple Cloud Wings on his back changed from purple to an eerie white. White flames also rose