When he heard those words, Yan Xiaobao's eyes turned increasingly dark. The once light ice-blue color of summer skies in his gaze now resembled the depths of the ocean's darkness. He didn't bother waiting to hear their plans; what mattered to him was what had happened to his friends—their condition and current whereabouts.
"Hurry up," he commanded sharply, cutting off the prolonged prelude before the actual explanation could begin.
Taking another glance at Xie Lan, Xu Biao sighed deeply, yet he moved Yan Xiaobao back, maintaining the same distance as before. Internally, he began to invoke Lan Feng. Phoenix's only hope was that Yan Xiaobao could somehow overcome the two King Experts standing before him.
"I'm sorry, child," Lan Feng's voice echoed faintly. "I still can't help you. Although I've gathered enough martial power for a single attack, you'll need it significantly more in the future."
"I can't leave my friends behind here all alone!" Yan Xiaobao exclaimed.
