The disoriented Hummingbird only saw a blur of red flashing before her eyes.
Bao Yuan's arrogant, grating laughter abruptly ceased, like a duck whose neck was suddenly stepped on—its disappearance was startling.
In the next instant!
Bao Yuan, like a ghost struck by force, was sent flying backward.
The red figure stood tall before Hummingbird.
Hummingbird blinked desperately, trying to discern the identity of the red figure in front of her.
But her fading vision betrayed her efforts, refusing to focus no matter how hard she tried.
Instead, a wave of helplessness surged into her heart.
Her knees buckled; she sank softly to the ground.
At that moment, Hummingbird felt a strong arm wrap around her.
"Hummingbird, hang in there."
A familiar voice reached her ears.
Hummingbird blinked, peering at the person holding her. Although blurred, there was an undeniable sense of familiarity.
Just like the warmth of his voice that echoed her memory.
This is—
Vermilion Bird?
