Zhao Changhe could feel Xia Chichi tightening her grip on his hand, and instinctively, he squeezed back.0

Despite her always speaking of hating her father, of rebellion and revenge, now, at the brink of life and death, she instinctively worried for him. For all the talk of being a witch from a demonic cult, deep down, she was incredibly kind.0

From the beginning, her perspective had not been as detached as his. By keeping a certain distance, Zhao Changhe naturally understood that Xia Longyuan’s presence was merely an avatar or a projection. Even if the projection was destroyed, the worst that would happen was some injury to his actual body, but nothing fatal.0

Tngri made that point abundantly clear, calmly detonating his own projection without a hint of concern, knowing that it was not his real life on the line.0

But what truly caught Zhao Changhe off guard was Xia Longyuan’s reaction.0

Zhao Changhe asked himself what he would do if faced with such a three-pronged assault. His first instinct would have been to protect himself by moving away from the core of Tngri’s explosion, buying just enough time to try and counter the attacks from the Sea Emperor and Hai Pinglan one by one.0

Yet Xia Longyuan’s first move...0