Hang Jiuwang charged forward again, leaving Ye Buyu as frantic as an ant on a hot pan.
This guy was so stubborn. Couldn't he at least wait for reinforcements?
How would he get the message out if he died? Rely on me?
Wait... he wasn't actually planning to rely on me, was he?
That was indeed Hang Jiuwang's plan. If his backup plan failed, Ye Buyu would be the one to relay the news.
"You were the one who wounded him earlier, right? I admit I underestimated you all. If I don't survive, I'll leave it to you to get the message out!"
The earth shook with a thunderous roar.
A few breaths later, more and more figures gathered nearby. Panting, Wan Lan stared fixedly at the center of the battle. Could it be Ye Buyu?
When Hang Jiuwang's face came into view, she cursed under her breath, her heart suddenly sinking. Her rapid breaths mingled with her surging emotions, turning scalding as she exhaled.
A strand of hair fell from her tied braid beside her temple. Her fist creaked as she slammed it into a nearby tree, leaving a clear imprint.
"Fuck!"
Hurried footsteps emerged from the unstable, rippling Water Mirror, searching for a familiar figure.
The usually neat, crisp ponytail was now somewhat disheveled, much like the ripples stirred in those calm, watery eyes.
No one...
Ye Buyu hurried over and was just about to explain the situation when a burst of fire interrupted her.
Blazing Golden Flame burned inward from the perimeter. A giant tree burning with Golden Flame came into view. Standing on its main trunk, Kou Ying dug five fingers into the wood, black hair fluttering, the gentleness gone, leaving only cold, deathly stillness.
Above, Su Wuwei stood with a cold expression, brilliant golden light