"Boom—!"
A spatial vibration exploded, and Xi Ge stepped back several paces.
In the next instant, the dragon claw descended, but struck empty air.
Xi Ge moved like lightning, one hand pressing against Su Ming'an's neck, the other gripping his waist, and swiftly dashed into the hospital.
Upon entering the Central Hospital, it felt as though they had entered a different space; the thunder was instantly isolated, and the aura of death and elven foliage disappeared as well.
"This is a special space in the Disciple Game, those old things have locked on to us, but it'll take some time." Xi Ge stared at him coldly: "Olivius, are you running? Keep running! If you really want to run, don't come to the Disciple Game; we might not catch you even in another ten thousand years."
Su Ming'an was silent for a moment, then unexpectedly broke into a smile.
Seeing him smile, Xi Ge's expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly resumed her cold demeanor, squeezing her fingers tighter.
