Yellow Dragon Task Force 5

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Zhu reacted swiftly, sitting up immediately. Du Wen urgently altered their route, heading toward the outskirts, then stood by the car door. Before Zhu could respond, she pressed the barrel of the gun against her own neck.

“I don’t know this child’s true identity, but those monsters will never spare him. Hide him well—never let him appear in Mei City again.”

With that, she shot herself, falling out of the vehicle.

Everything began spiraling into uncontrollable chaos.

Zhu wanted to control the Starrail but lacked the authorization. The Starrail had already reached the rooftop of a building. If she jumped from the rooftop, what would Du Lian do?

Better to wait until the Starrail reached its destination and stopped.

He helped Du Lian to sit down, and the Starrail left the city behind.

The Taihang Mountains.

A uniformed group dressed in white robes trimmed with red waited at a temporary base near a sinkhole.

A woman, recently awakened for just over a month and still unaccustomed to her body, entered.

“My lord, the grand plan is about to come to fruition.” The others stepped aside to make way.

Before her lay an excavated earth slope, its smooth cut surface revealing a massive yellow eye, the pupil reflecting… her.

Qian Huan had been sent here to seize the Black Dragon’s legacy.

The ritual proceeded smoothly; the Black Dragon was already at the end of its strength. But as she drew near, the Black Dragon suddenly recognized her.

“Princess ĒΔ.”

“Greetings, ΙΠΚΠΕ.”

What was she feeling?

“ĒÈΚÜ” So someone still remembers me.

“зоидкздж” Of course, your elegance remains unchanged.

Before inhabiting this body, Qian Huan was not known by that name; she was a hybrid of Void Beasts and Chiu Chiu Beasts, born a princess among the latter.

The king trusted her deeply.

“Princess ĒΔ, ĒÜÈÉоΙ, I suffer greatly, constantly longing for the past light in eternal darkness. Please grant me freedom.”

“Senior…”

Yet Qian Huan did not desire slaughter. Even before awakening, she sensed a deathly stillness between heaven and earth—an aftermath of creatures abusing Felin energy.

Following the king’s will, ancient beasts would reclaim the world, only to repeat past mistakes.

Had she not awakened early, all would have vanished long ago.

Qian Huan approached the Black Dragon.

“ÞÓ,” she whispered softly.

You are free now.

She used her Chiu Chiu Beast abilities to draw out the essence, but in front of everyone, she made a critical mistake.

The Black Dragon’s spirit escaped.

“Pursue!”

Qian Huan and her companions gave chase…

The Exploration Supervision Building detected signs of revival; combat orders were issued, and Lan prepared to deploy.

“Received.”

She stood before Du Wen’s battered corpse, her gaze deep and resolute.

She was merely an ordinary person caught in the power struggles of the elite, a half-blood without protection.

Neither possessing the Felin abilities of ancient beasts nor under human jurisdiction, she struggled to survive in the cracks of society, barely making it this far.

She knew little of half-bloods or the various factions, but recent bloodshed in Mei City seemed connected.

She hid her true intentions from everyone.

Suddenly, the Starrail trembled uncontrollably; Zhu held Du Lian tightly.

The sky darkened instantly, heavy clouds rolling in, thunder and rain pouring down. The Starrail abruptly severed, descending toward the earth.

The crane deployed airbags, landing steadily.

Zhu emerged from the dust holding Du Wen, collapsing onto the ground. Looking around, they found themselves in desolate wilderness, unsure of their location.

“Du Lian, are you alright?” Zhu asked as he slowly regained consciousness.

“Yeah.” He sat up from her embrace.

“What happened?”

“That woman died. She forced us into the car then killed herself. We ended up here inside the Starrail car.”

“Boom!” Sharp ice spikes erupted nearby, a chilling wind sweeping over them.

“What’s going on over there?” Du Lian and Zhu stood and retreated cautiously.

“Let’s get out of here.” Zhu grabbed his hand and fled.

But a figure appeared faster, rushing toward them.

Zhu felt a cold push from behind and stumbled to the ground.

Du Lian hurried to help him up, but Zhu had lost his strength and control.

“You go ahead.” He shook his head.

Du Lian looked back.

“So it’s you.” A woman in a white robe with red trim stood there, her longsword stained with blood.

“Number 4! Take him back.” She ordered another person.

The other figure swiftly covered Du Lian’s mouth and dragged him away.

With a casual lift of her sword, she leisurely approached, the blade poised to slice Zhu’s throat.

Qian Huan arrived just in time, drawing her sword to block.

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“Stop.” The clash of blade against blade rang out.

“Lan is about to arrive; why dawdle?”

“The Black Dragon is already at its end. Killing this one will erase the legacy too.” Qian Huan sheathed her sword.

“That complicates things.” The other lowered their blade as well.

“Take him away.”

“Bang!” A barrage of ice spikes rained down, forcing the group to scatter.

Lan swapped places with the ice block descending on Zhu and caught him.

“Who are you?” She scanned the surroundings.

But they only stared silently and began to retreat.

Zhu remained unconscious; she could not abandon him.

When reinforcements arrived, she handed him over and continued the pursuit.

Yet, within seconds, the enemies vanished without a trace.

“Report: a lord-class ancient beast has been detected inside the sinkhole.”

Lan glanced toward the direction where the enemies disappeared, then turned back.

Zhu slipped into unconsciousness; his mind descended into a dreamlike flight through misty clouds, destination unknown.

The cool breeze was gentle and peaceful.

Looking down, he realized he rested atop immense black scales, surrounded by fluffy mane.

The scales extended into the fog, disappearing from sight, puzzling him.

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