Xiao Feng completely concealed his form and aura, his heartbeat nearly coming to a complete stop.
He soundlessly crept to a spot less than ten meters behind Gu Yuexi.
The Divine Power Ball in his palm was fully charged, its dark, heavy light contained within, all of its power compressed inside.
He only needed to take one more step forward. The Divine Power Ball would erupt, killing the defenseless Gu Yuexi on the spot.
At the very least, he could seriously injure her, take the opportunity to snatch the Soul Guardian Bottle, and save Jiang Qingyao.
Xiao Feng took a deep breath, lifted his foot, and prepared to charge forward.
But just then.
A massive shadow loomed over him, blocking his path of attack.
To be precise, it was a ghastly white dragon's head, larger than a house.
Its hollow draconic eyes stared at him, ice-cold.
It was none other than Chu Sheng's mount, the Frost Bone Dragon.
Xiao Feng's breath hitched, and his heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
