Watching Qiao Xixi close her eyes and collapse into his arms, Qiao Yi's gaze was filled with sorrow.
He carried her back to the small cave. After placing her inside, he carefully concealed the entrance with stones and branches.
"Xixi, your father promised he would always protect you, no matter what. This time is no different."
Qiao Yi's expression hardened. He unleashed his aura and sprinted in the direction opposite from Qiao Xixi.
He had barely left when the ghostly figures appeared.
The leading shadow stared at the lingering blue aura ahead, its voice turning cold.
"Qiao Yi, you cannot escape."
The shadows dissipated once more, reappearing on another mountain to surround Qiao Yi.
A great battle was imminent.
Huang Yue flapped his wings, sensing the commotion in the forest below. He began a swift descent, but as he drew nearer, a powerful aura blasted toward him, making it almost impossible to get any closer.
