With Dragon Blood coursing through him, even if we kill this fellow now, it won't stop the inevitable fall of the city. Should we retreat?
Ao Zhen rapidly pondered. In the blink of an eye, without the luxury of further consideration, she had already clashed with Chen Zhuo. She then made up her mind—if she could kill the adversary within three moves, she would slay him and then look for a way to break out. If not, she would immediately flee with her people.
But the moment she engaged in combat, she felt something was amiss.
This individual before her was extremely responsive. Fueled by the strange power within his body, he managed to keep up with her pace. The sense of danger she had felt earlier was not unfounded; the voice within was not mere bravado. But why did his power feel so unbalanced?
It felt... as if there was a serious imbalance.
