Far away—nearly ninety million kilometers from Jiang Chen—a teleportation array lit up in the heart of a crowded city.
With a thunderous flash, Ying Luo shot out of the array, her talons clamped tight around a figure. It was Lu Yi.
"Roar!" Her dragon cry shook the skies as her body turned into a streak of blazing, dragon-marked light, tearing across the heavens.
"You think you can escape?" A middle-aged man in black-and-gold armor stepped out of the array, cold eyes locking on her as he gave chase.
Right behind him, another Late-stage Nirvana Peering realm expert burst through, rushing after them in hot pursuit.
"Hey—hey! Stop running already! We can handle those two! Ying Luo, please, just this once—listen to me!" Lu Yi dangled helplessly from her claws, clutching one of her long dragon talons and shouting in desperation.
Only two pursuers were on their tail. If Ying Luo could pin down Qiu Feng, Lu Yi was sure he could handle the other one.
