Tianlong found himself under a tree, lying face-flat on the ground. He had to get up; he had to dispatch the enemies quickly. But he soon found himself frozen in place, unable to move, unable to think. The dangers he faced were a thing of faraway lands, for in front of him lay Ling Yue, covered in sawdust and wooden shrapnel, getting up without her face covered by her veil.
The veil had come undone amidst the chaos of powerful attacks, torn and hanging on one of the fallen trees.
"*cough* *cough*," Ling Yue pulled herself up and pushed herself off the ground, some minor injuries scattered across her body, similar to the wooden shrapnel wounds on Chen Tianlong.
The spinning blades that hovered flew back into their owner's hands.
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The two dragurs approached, both already alerting the horde.
The lich snickered, staring at the globe.
