When Wanwan saw Lin Lang engulfed by the Demon Dragon's breath and was about to rush out to risk her life, she saw a figure crash through the gates of the War God Palace.
"Young master, here are some clothes."
Wanwan took off her outer robe and handed it to Lin Lang. He casually took it and tied it around his waist, then handed her the Heavenly Demon Blade.
The gold faded from his body. The Demon Dragon's breath had destroyed his Protective Astral Energy, along with his clothes made from celestial silkworm silk.
"Phew... good thing this War God Palace can keep the Demon Dragon out." Lin Lang breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The Demon Dragon was stronger than he had imagined, and he felt some regret. If he had carried a Divine Weapon with him, how could he have been forced into such a passive position?
Wanwan watched outside with worry on her face. The Demon Dragon guarded the entrance, ready to spew Dragon Breath at any moment. An eerie light gleamed on its claws, as though it meant to tear them to pieces.
Would they be trapped in the War God Palace forever?
She had thought coming here would grant them the greatest opportunity under heaven and let them study the War God Catalog. She had never expected this place to become their tomb.
She secretly made up her mind. If they really were trapped here, she would find a way to rush out and lure the Demon Dragon away, creating an opportunity for her young master to escape.
She could pour everything she had into a Demon Seed and give it to him. Perhaps that would let him break through this space and leave.
Lin Lang seemed to see her worry and reassured her, "Don't