Watching Ye Shiru fall to the ground unconscious, the giant red python in the night sky suddenly let out a cry and its form burst apart with a boom.
Xue Wenhai opened his eyes, and without fully straightening his waist, he scrambled over to Ye Shiru, lifted her upper body, and pinched her philtrum with his thumb; his face flickered between dark and light, unpredictable.
He looked up in disbelief at Li Yan, "Could the White Dragon King have miscalculated, or could there actually be two Sanqi Nobles in the world? That makes no sense."
But Li Yan didn't even offer a single word, ducking low to avoid the stealth attack of a bloody paper shadow behind him. He flipped over and grasped the neck of the Mingzha, a torrent of Dragon Mist gushing out of his palm! The red Mingzha fluttered a couple of times before it completely lost its ability to resist and transformed into an unremarkable paper face, which Li Yan crushed into a ball.
