Jiao Yun's black eyes were deep. Carrying Qi Luo, he had already increased his speed to the maximum, but he was still not as fast as the dragon breath that had already exploded behind him! Jiao Yu looked at Qi Luo in his hand with a fierce glint in his eyes. If he left her behind, he would be able to escape. If he didn't leave her behind, he would lose his life! There would be another prophet of the Chiwen Tribe, but his life… he had to keep it for himself!
Jiao Yun loosened his fingers, and Qi Luo's body fell from the sky. Jiao Yun glanced at her from the sky and sped up without hesitation. Qi Luo, who was unconscious, slowly opened her eyes at this moment and saw Jiao Yun's back that abandoned her. In an instant, the dragon breath had already arrived and swallowed Qi Luo's body!
