(Sorry, this chapter took a little longer to polish. There'll be another update at 1.)
Astonishment flashed through Zheng's eyes.
No matter how he thought about it, he had never expected this outcome.
He wanted to speak, but the endlessly surging aura around Mu Fan suppressed every word in Zheng's heart.
This unyielding man nodded heavily, his voice like clashing weapons. "I, Zheng, owe you my life. If you call, I will not shrink from death a thousand times over."
He turned and stepped into the golden pillar of light.
That promise outweighed life itself.
Only then did Mu Fan slowly shift his gaze to Lin Wu. He silently studied him for a moment before speaking softly.
"I'll give you three seconds."
Lin Wu raised an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes as his gaze swept over the Dragon Rider Battle Armor. The light in his eyes grew brighter, yet he paid no heed to those words and revealed a somewhat incongruous smile.
"Interesting. I'd like to hear this."
Mu Fan's voice remained calm as he quietly enunciated each word.
"If you don't get lost..."
"...you'll die."
His tone was as ordinary as if he were talking about eating or drinking, yet it sent a chill quietly rising through Zheng's heart.
He had a feeling that Mu Fan was not merely making an empty threat.
The giant clad in blood-red armor bathed in the golden beam, the frost on his body rapidly melting away.
The miraculous light shone upon Ying Lin'er. The ice crystals visibly began disappearing bit by bit, while color gradually returned to the girl's pale face.
With a soft groan, Ying Lin'er felt as though her vision had plunged into boundless darkness and coldness. But soon, she seemed to hear hushed whispers. Then light shone before her eyes, and