"Junior Brother!!"
Witnessing Nalan Xie's tragic state, Qing burst into a piercing scream from her throat, the shrill cry piercing the clouds, moving the forest with its sadness.
The woman flew toward him, seeing Xia He still brandishing her sword to block her way, her eyes fierce and bloodthirsty as she angrily shouted, "Die, you wretch, get out of my way!"
The woman threw a punch, and in an instant, a white vapor exploded around her, condensing into the vague shape of a white-scaled flood dragon, writhing and coiling as her punch carried the force of a mountain collapsing and a tsunami surging forward.
At this moment, Qing's face was a dark purple, yin and yang energy swirling around her, clearly showing that she was now desperate and fighting for her life.
