"Tanshia Firlo, go back." Zheng Yichen, who was sitting on the back of the small white dragon, stood up and gently patted her head.
The small white dragon's figure disappeared from the spot. During the past two days, Zheng Yichen hadn't told her to go back, but suddenly saying this meant the enemy had arrived.
There was no need for her to wonder why; going back directly was enough.
A few seconds after the small white dragon left, a streak of light swiftly streaked past Zheng Yichen. This streak of light was incredibly fast, and more absurdly, it maintained this speed while defying the usual laws of spatial force, allowing it to change direction with uncanny flexibility.
In the blink of an eye, several scars laced with Oblivion force appeared on Zheng Yichen's skin.
During the next attack, the streak of light stopped. Zheng Yichen caught the black Moon Blade in its hands and showed a puzzled expression, "What does this mean?"
