The fight raged on, but Lao Chongyuan showed no intention of pressing the attack. He kept dodging the Black Feather General's assaults, looking entirely at ease, almost relaxed.
Hugh Thompson was devouring food in big mouthfuls, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding ahead. The situation was extremely delicate—John Chou and his group seemed disinclined to act, merely watching. I felt a bit surprised. After Hugh finished eating, I unfurled my flaming wings, grabbed him, and prepared to fly over.
"Qingyuan, something feels off."
Hugh immediately called out, then turned to look behind us. I followed his gaze.
"What's wrong, Hugh?"
Hugh spoke as he pulled out a Spirit Lure Orb, which crackled as it began to combust on its own.
"Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I can't shake the feeling that something's behind us."
I immediately closed my eyes, reaching out with my senses, but felt nothing behind us—only some lingering Yin energy, likely drifting from the battlefield.
Hugh nodded. I carried him as we floated toward the battlefield. I was about to land, but on second thought, I rose higher instead. At that moment, a greasy sensation washed over me—I gagged, startled, glancing around, but saw nothing.
Hugh, noticing my odd reaction, asked what was wrong.