Chapter 1559: Wondering what her expression will be like?

Carson Flores gasped for breath, suspended in mid-air, his hand around Alfred Weaver's waist did not loosen.

The danger has not been eliminated!

Who knows if the enemy might desperately engage in battle, launching a sneak attack on the two of us at any moment?

On the horizon, golden dragon shadows danced across the sky, illuminating the entire heavens with golden light.

And behind, a hundred powerful demon cultivators roared past, pouncing towards Vance Holt and his men.

Alfred Weaver glanced down at the hand around his waist, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

Perhaps afraid I might fall, he held on quite tightly, causing my entire body to almost be pressed against him.

"That guy seems really strong…"

Alfred Weaver nodded: "To withstand Uncle Stone's attack and not die, yet still be able to struggle desperately, he's at least in the Late Celestial Immortal stage."