His eyes were blank, his hands hanging at his sides, clenched so tightly the veins on them bulged.
Zou Chenglong knew Chaoyang. Seeing what had happened, his expression merely darkened.
He could barely save himself, let alone worry about everyone else.
Fang Junhua was frantic, but there was nothing he could do to help. Besides, with Xiao Lizi and Little Xuezi looking so helpless, what could he possibly do?
Before they set out, General Gong hadn't tasked him with looking after them.
'So I'm not responsible, am I?'
But in the end, he was still someone who served the Gong Family. He felt utterly dejected and miserable, and the force of his attacks against the Fire Qilin grew stronger.
Nangong Qianxi's face was calm. She spared the lava pit only a brief glance before looking away.
Her gaze shifted back toward the Thousand-year-old Golden Fire Fruit Tree on the other side.
Her eyes darkened slightly.
