It seems they really intend to leave me behind.
This is bad, it's one thing if Deathwing dies, but if my account is gone, that's a different story altogether.
Mo Fei flew while contacting Wang Xuan.
Deathwing: Wang Xuan, I've finished my task, hurry and organize my retreat.
Wang Xuan: Can't you fly? Just run away on your own.
Deathwing: I can't escape, they've got a group of dragons chasing me, hurry and teleport me.
Wang Xuan: You're too big, I can't teleport you. How about you shake them off first, return to human form, and then I'll teleport over to pick you up.
Deathwing: You useless trash!
Mo Fei closed the private message and glanced at his status panel. After the fierce battle with the four Dragon Kings, his health had dropped by half, and he was afflicted with several kinds of negative statuses. He was covered in wounds, his black scales armor scarred and unable to provide effective defense. If he got caught and cornered, he might indeed be finished.
