Luo Fan stood halfway up the mountain with his arms folded. His posture seemed relaxed, but his clenched fists had long since betrayed his tension.
His gaze remained fixed on the battlefield below the cliff.
On that tiny figure and the enormous creature circling in the night sky.
The Bone Dragon flew completely out of the river.
Its skeletal body, dozens of meters long, wound through the air. Each beat of its enormous bone wings whipped up a foul wind that flattened the bushes along the riverbank.
Two ghostly green flames blazed in its sunken eye sockets, locked onto the tiny human on the cliff.
The aura of an eighth-tier Weird bore down over everything like something tangible.
Even from so far away, Luo Fan could feel that crushing pressure.
But An Xiaoran remained utterly calm.
Facing an eighth-tier Bone Dragon whose sheer size alone was enough to inspire despair, she showed little fear on her small face.
She merely stood quietly at the edge of the cliff, her long silver-white hair stirring gently in the night breeze, her clear eyes calmly watching the enormous creature in the air.
Without hesitation, she used her Transformation skill.
Holy radiance blossomed from her body, gentle yet dazzling, like a miniature sun in the darkness.
Within the light, An Xiaoran's figure began to change.
The outline of a little girl not yet ten stretched out. Her slender limbs grew long and proportionate, and the childish contours of her face unfolded into the cool, exquisite features of a teenage girl.
Her long silver-white hair grew wildly within the light, falling to her waist, each strand seeming to flow with starlight.
She wore a shimmering gown, its hem studded with tiny, glittering stars, as though she had draped the entire starry sky over herself.
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