Giant claws like mountains were rising from the ground with an imposing momentum. The minds of Jiefulite and the Blood Oath Alliance members went blank. Forgetting Fang Hong in front of them, they were consumed by a single thought—escape.
Everyone shouted and scattered in all directions, including the Night Lizard People—who, despite their fervor in reviving their gods and the glory of the Xinsas Era, were not fools. But as these people dispersed, a path opened up before Fang Hong.
At this moment, Fang Hong was holding his breath, his palms equally sweaty with tension. The others might not understand, but how could he be unclear—that was not any Dragon Knight Rigging. The direction in which that bony claw was shrouding was actually targeting him, and it would not show him any favor for being a 'Dragon Knight'.
