Lucrecia controlled the flying carpet, accelerating towards the gigantic triangular gate, while behind them, the fox fire and smoke blanketing the sky were rapidly dissipating, and the massive mirror-like rift still silently stood above the forest.
The recent violent attack hadn't broken the state of the rift; it maintained its usual silence, showing no reaction to the earlier bombardment.
If Yu Sheng wasn't down to his last breaths, with that oddly shaped blood-red spear still stuck in him, he'd suspect that the attack he just experienced was a fake.
The warm fox tail wrapped around him from all sides. Yu Sheng felt his consciousness gradually drift away, vaguely hearing some wind whistling by his ears and his companions' intermittent conversation—
"We're at the door... I'll carry the Savior down first..."
"Erin, don't follow the door back later..."
"Uncle Yu, is this really okay... you usually do it like this?"
