"Wang Xu, are you alright?"
Princess Bing Qing's face changed color, and she flew over with concern.
Wang Xu shook his head, his gaze fixed on the silver-gray special lifeform: "I'm fine. This special lifeform's realm level is at the High Class White Hole Level, but its strength has already reached the strongest White Hole Level. You're no match for it, let me handle it."
"Hmph! I won't let anyone who dares to harm this princess's guard get away with it!" Princess Bing Qing's defiant nature erupted, and with a flip of her delicate hand, a beautiful pink fan appeared, dotted with sparkling starlight.
Whoosh!
With a wave of her small hand, a massive storm whipped up, a terrifying tempest capable of tearing apart stars, sweeping toward the mercurial figure.
