Before Shen Zhui had a chance to speak, Wang Jingwen had already started to move.
Almost the moment the Ying Dragon opened its mouth to speak, Wang Jingwen had begun to move.
Shen Zhui felt a sudden surge of intense heat from the palm of Wang Jingwen's hand on his arm.
The next moment, he felt as if his body was being ripped apart, his golden bones were in danger of falling apart, and his body was tilting backward, but he was moving forward. It was much like the feeling of a carriage suddenly moving from standstill to great speed, causing the occupants to involuntarily lean back.
"Whoosh~" A golden sword light broke out from the heart of the lake island. In his daze, Shen Zhui saw a flash of green flying out from the right side, its speed almost matching that of his and Wang Jingwen's.
"She must've been hiding here as well," Shen Zhui thought. That green figure was obviously Liu Yiyi, who had been lurking nearby all the while.
