Chapter 95

A white figure stood there.

That figure was incomparably familiar.

It even emanated a holy, pure aura.

"The Holy Dragon, the master of your Holy Dragon!"

Zhao Yifeng said, his whole body trembling.

Now he and Zhang Beiting—

Their entire bodies were shrouded in endless terror.

The master of a Holy Dragon.

What a terrifying existence that was.

In this instant!

They had long since lost any thought they once had of achieving great accomplishments.

Of currying favor with the organization to rise in rank and get rich.

Only two words kept echoing in their hearts.

"Run!"

Without a doubt!

The master of the Holy Dragon was not someone they could deal with.

No matter who it was they were facing.

What lineup, what purpose.

What they had to do now was flee.

The farther the better.

Otherwise, their fate might be the same as the Plague Rats and the Source of the Plague.

"Thunderbolt Falcon!"

Zhao Yifeng summoned his phantom beast without a moment's hesitation.

A massive falcon.

He immediately leapt onto it.

He was even about to abandon his companion, Zhang Beiting.

Run!

Fleeing without looking back.

That man was a god of death.

As for Zhang Beiting, who had no flying-type phantom beast—

He fled toward the forest with a face full of panic.

However!

At that very moment!

The Thunderbolt Falcon had just spread its wings.

Zhang Beiting had just taken a single step.

"Obsidian Shadow Gamma!"

A shadow flashed.

Instantly!

The panicked figures of Zhao Yifeng and Zhang Beiting came to an abrupt halt.

Even—

When the Thunderbolt Falcon's wings were only half-spread.

They froze right there.

"Wh-what!"

Zhao Yifeng stared in terror at that shadow.

He found that he could not even speak.

Then!

He saw his Thunderbolt Falcon's body shatter into pieces.

The same went for Zhang Beiting's body.

Then!

The scene he was seeing also shattered into pieces.