Boom-
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The barrier shattered, golden light shot out, and silken threads surged forth, all in less than a second.
The Dragon Hall residents outside who happened to witness it were all astonished.
What were they doing?
Were there several people inside that golden light?
They were hurtling forward in a bizarre formation! Behind them, demonic energy seethed, seemingly chasing them.
No, it was not chasing them, but the... kite they were flying?
No, that was not a kite. It was a living person! A young woman wearing white silk pajamas!
What new game was this?
Everyone who saw this uncanny spectacle was dumbfounded.
For a moment, they could not decide which was more outrageous: the one being stepped on below, or the one being flown through the air. Had a monster not been chasing them desperately from behind, the worldly Dragon Hall residents would surely have assumed this was some niche fetish.
Then again, who could guarantee that being chased by a monster was not a fetish too?
"Save me, blublublub-" Jiang Hongxiu felt another lock of her hair caught by the silken threads and hurriedly cried out in midair.
Before she could finish even half a sentence, the fierce night wind stirred up by their rapid flight poured into her mouth, making her cheeks flap wildly.
But Yue Wen had already sensed her danger. In desperation, he shouted, "Xing'er, swing her!"
Up ahead, Zhao Xing'er had been holding the Sword-Thunder Spike and dragging Jiang Hongxiu along. Hearing Yue Wen's reminder, she immediately checked her stride. Thump.
Qi Dian grunted below.
Xing'er seized the momentum and swung her right arm fiercely forward, flinging Jiang Hongxiu diagonally ahead of their combined supernatural powers and clear of the mass of engulfing threads.
"Thank you,