The dragon scale was still stopping him from moving forward, and every time he moved on, he was pushed out by that force.
But...
Looking at Feng Ruqing's increasingly pale face, Nan Xian clenched his fists tightly. He gathered all his strength into his sword and moved forward against the pressure of the dragon scale...
This time, he planted the sword in his hand firmly on the ground, and every time the power of the dragon scale came at it, he used it to keep himself on his feet and was no longer pushed back even a bit.
***
"Pfft!"
Feng Ruqing spurted a mouthful of blood again, but her face was filled with determination as if she had already chosen to die.
She knew that the only way to get rid of the people in front of her was to do so.
This was the only way to save the people she loved...
Suddenly, a warm hand held her from the side and pulled her tightly into an embrace.
