Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 642: 642: Time to Make a Quick Getaway

Chapter 642: Chapter 642: Ti to Make a Quick Getaway

Kelly charged into the depths of the flas, and the surrounding fire voluntarily parted, leaving only a glazed fla hovering before her.

Kelly found it hard to describe this fla with prophecy. It seed like a liquid, flowing with the burning of the fire, crystalline and translucent.

It also seed like a pure life force aggregation. Kelly felt like she was standing before a thriving forest, facing an exuberant life force, and even the surrounding temperature seed to have decreased significantly.

Others might hesitate, but Kelly, single-mindedly, extended her hand directly to grab the fla.

It felt as if she had caught nothing, yet also as if she had grasped a pulsating gas like a heart, a feeling difficult to describe.

This fla was utterly harmless, very gentle. However, if Kelly felt the slightest timidity, the gentle fla would imdiately turn into a ruthless killer.

Kelly stuffed the fla into a sheepskin bag, a family heirloom of Evelyn, said to be sewn from golden sheepskin and bestowed by a deity to Evelyn’s ancestor.

As the Fire of Hope was placed into the bag, the surrounding flas erupted uncontrollably.

Frightened, Kelly crouched down, hugging her head, but the flas did not harm her. Instead, they exploded into a ripple-like fire ring and soared into the sky, lighting up the heavens.

The firelight was so prominent that it penetrated the fog, allowing the entire Ancient Dragon Habitat to see plainly, indicating the Fire of Hope had changed hands.

Kelly raised her head in surprise and found the surrounding flas had vanished.

She looked back and saw Evelyn lying nearby, watching her.

Kelly jumped up in delight, imdiately ran back, wanting to open the sheepskin bag to show Evelyn, “Look, look, I’ve got it…”

“Don’t open it!”

Evelyn hurriedly stopped Kelly’s movent; the sheepskin bag could isolate the power of the Fire of Hope. Opening it would bring back those vanished flas.

“Roar!”

The Fire Dragon, entangled with Aya, let out an angry roar, ignoring Aya and flying straight toward the two young girls in Stone City.

Kelly had just helped Evelyn up when she saw the Fire Dragon approaching, startling her. Hastily, she supported Evelyn and turned to flee.

The Fire Dragon quickly caught up and prepared to breathe dragon breath at the two.

“Get down!”

Aya’s voice suddenly sounded!

Kelly didn’t understand what Aya said, nor did Evelyn, but they guessed the aning.

She tripped Kelly, and both fell forward to the ground.

Kelly instinctively tried to get up but was held down by Evelyn.

The Fire Dragon flew over them, its mouth wide open, the fire inside flickering.

Before it could unleash the dragon breath, a more intense tide of flas surged from behind.

Aya had wielded her Holy Sword, delivering a decisive strike. The surging flas, like a great river, devoured everything along the way.

The Fire Dragon, about to spew dragon breath, was struck on the back by the flas, its massive body pushed forward.

The Fire Dragon boasted high resistance to flas, swimming in molten lava was ordinary.

But Aya’s Fire Holy Sword had a higher level, naturally suppressing it. Plus, Aya had slain a mature Fire Dragon before, gaining the Dragon Slayer trait.

Stacked together, this formidable Fire Dragon was no match against Aya, especially after being struck on the back.

Pushed out a distance, the Fire Dragon emitted a painful wail, its body shattered under the fire’s assault.

Evelyn and Kelly, lying on the ground, instinctively scread as the scorching fla tide brushed over their heads, the high temperature nearly roasting their backs.

Having dealt with the Fire Dragon, Aya gulped down the Soul Fire and swiftly flew down, scooping up the two girls and turning to leave.

The previous skyward surge of flas was too conspicuous, visible across the entire Ancient Dragon Habitat. Staying here might lead to an attack by the Ancient Dragons, escaping quickly was wise.

As for Fang Zhou, Aya wasn’t too worried; if he intended to escape, the Ancient Dragons couldn’t stop him.

…

Aya’s judgnt was right; if Fang Zhou wanted to flee, these Ancient Dragons indeed couldn’t stop him.

But now he couldn’t flee; he had to block the Ancient Dragon King and the swarm of dragons to buy more ti for Aya’s escape.

Initially, the Ancient Dragon King was cornered by Fang Zhou; however, upon seeing the Fire of Hope stolen, it erupted in terrifying power in its fury.

A layer of flowing light appeared on the Ancient Dragon King’s body, vague hexagonal patterns flashed by, as if draping an invisible armor over it.

The moonlight and starlight striking its body could no longer harm it, effortlessly deflected.

The Ancient Dragon King ignored Fang Zhou, turning to fly toward Stone City, wanting to settle scores with the thief.

Fang Zhou was faced with blatant disregard for the first ti.

North Star was summoned, flying straight at the Ancient Dragon King, swiftly catching up, and aid a punch at its head.

The Ancient Dragon King failed to sense the substitute’s approach, its head unexpectedly struck heavily by a punch.

The hexagon-patterned invisible defense erged, blocking North Star’s fist’s force.

Yet, the Ancient Dragon King’s head was knocked downward, nearly losing balance.

North Star seized the opportunity, drew two longswords from his back, and crossed them for a slash, unleashing a cross-shaped blade aura.

The blade aura tore through space, producing crackling sounds like shattering glass.

Too close to dodge, the Ancient Dragon King’s mighty body was hit by the Space Slash.

The invisible defense capable of easily blocking the Celestial Stars Sword collapsed against the spatial slash, shredded like paper.

However, as the shattered space touched its body, the Ancient Dragon King abruptly shrank, compressing into a small dot and disappearing.

Next mont, it appeared a thousand ters away, evading that terrifying strike with its blink ability.

Fang Zhou and North Star exchanged places, standing before the Ancient Dragon King and the dragon swarm.

Having no choice but to face Fang Zhou now, the previous attack reminded the Ancient Dragon King of a deadly threat.

Its giant eyes fixated on Fang Zhou, emitting a deafening dragon roar.

“Roar!”

Ordinarily, the Ancient Dragon King wouldn’t mind playing with Fang Zhou to pass the lengthy ti; few things have intrigued it since its birth.

But with the Fire of Hope stolen, the Ancient Dragon King was unwilling to keep dragging with Fang Zhou, intending to directly crush him with the dragon swarm.

In response to the Ancient Dragon King’s summon, the dragon swarm sounded unified roars, an overwhelming wave materialized from their combined Dragon Power, dispersing the mountain mist and trembling the peaks.