“Run, run!”4

Long Chen’s legs blurred into motion as he bolted, lightning and flame wings unfurling from his back. He moved so quickly that the space ahead twisted in his wake.2

Yet, even at this breakneck speed, Long Chen still felt that he was too slow. His grand attack—one he’d been so confident in—had spiraled out of control. The raging energy now attacked everything in its path, friend or foe alike.2

He bit back regret. If Evilmoon weren’t in slumber, this might not have happened. But there were no “what-ifs” in this world. Gritting his teeth, Long Chen fled as far from the altar as his legs could carry him.1

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Deep within the Wind Domain Battlefield, an enormous mountain dominated the landscape....0