Along with her body being laid down, Ling Huxiang suddenly opened her eyes in disbelief.
The first thing she saw was a tattered white figure rushing toward Ye Deyao like a fierce beast.
But with just one punch...
Boom!!!
The white bone armor enveloping his body shattered like fragile glass.
As the white powder burst open, that figure was also knocked back a considerable distance by the strange force, maintaining a crossed-arm defensive stance, which caught Ling Huxiang's eyes.
It was... Diao Deyi!
Is it really him?!
How could it be him?!
Why is it him?!
Ling Huxiang was stunned.
Just a second ago, she had accepted the fate of dying here.
The next moment, the inexplicably resurrected Diao Deyi had saved her!
Am I... already dead? Is all of this just a hallucination?
Ling Huxiang was confused, but Fang Yu had already begun to secrete more white powder as he rapidly moved.
