“Not good!”0

Seeing Long Chen, Yue Zifeng, and Tang Wan-er surrounded by scaled lifeforms, the disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion instinctively rushed forward, weapons drawn and determination blazing in their eyes.0

Feng Xinyue observed the scene with a faint smile. These prideful heavenly geniuses, who had once seen themselves as the pinnacle of existence, now regarded Long Chen and his companions as their leaders. 0

Even in a dangerous state, they charged forward without hesitation, showing that they were willing to fight to the death alongside Long Chen. To see those who had grown used to such luxury and entitlement reach this point was akin to witnessing a miracle.0

Yet, Long Chen had achieved...0