"Aifula?"
Lin Yi looked at the enchanting and spirited fairy before him with uncertainty and doubt.
The memory of the last encounter where Aifula narrowly escaped the Demon Race Commander still lingered vividly.
Once again in a moment of crisis, although she had gained her freedom, she resolutely chose to help him.
To say he wasn't moved would be a lie.
Lin Yi didn't understand what this collaborative battle meant, as he had never experienced such a thing before.
He wanted to refuse, but...
Aifula fluttered her rainbow wings, landing in front of Lin Yi, her eyes full of human-like pleading.
The Divine Hall Ghost Warrior was approaching step by step...
In the live stream, all the players held their breath, fixated on this life-and-death deciding battle, filled with endless dissatisfaction.
Just a moment ago, they were cheering with joy for Feng Hua's victory, and now they faced an inevitable death situation.
