But Gao Zhe did not retreat an inch.
Before sinking, he was unsure whether the other party was unable to escape or was deliberately buying him time.
As Shen Qian frowned, Wu Ling, who was on the roof not far away, suddenly spoke again, "I have already asked my father to help, but he has not agreed."
Shen Qian glanced at the other party with surprise. Wu Ling was the ninth princess of the Wu clan, and her father was naturally the king of the Wu clan. Her strength was definitely no weaker than Jiang Zhi's.
But when he heard that the other party did not agree, Shen Qian did not say anything more and looked away again.
"You seem unwilling to talk to me." Wu Ling then asked, puzzled, "Are you deliberately distancing yourself from me? Why?"
Shen Qian did not answer. He was concerned about Gao Zhe's condition and was about to make a move when Wu Ling stepped in front of him as a faint fragrance wafted over.
"Why?" A hint of grievance and indignation appeared in Wu Ling's bright eyes, giving Shen Qian a sense of déjà vu.
"I don't have time to talk to you about this right now," Shen Qian said, frowning. "I need to go save people."
“Tell me, I can force my father to intervene.” Wu Ling persisted, “He can save your friend.”
“I don’t need your father’s help.” Shen Qian shook his head.
"But if my father doesn't intervene, your friend will die. Are you just going to stand by and watch..."
Before Wu Ling could finish her seemingly cold laugh, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped her.
Wu Ling stared blankly as Shen Qian's figure grew taller and taller, reaching a thousand meters.
But Shen Qian didn't actually make any move. Right beneath his feet, a giant python, thousands of meters long, emerged from the soil at some point and was using its head to support Shen Qian's body, constantly approaching the place where space was refracted.
Shen Qian glanced at the serpent god beneath his feet and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
In fact, when Gao Zhe activated the power of the Time Conch, Shen Qian, who had discovered the possibility of turning the tide, had already summoned the opponent through the Serpent God's token.
Of course, if it were only that, Shen Qian might hesitate to waste the opportunity to ask the Snake God for help, but he couldn't refuse another possibility...
If we could kill the Flame King directly, wouldn't the "heart's blood" be ready to be used?
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Chen Qian's heart began to pound.
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