Ju Feng sprang to his feet and hurled a dagger he picked up earlier. The metal flashed once and buried itself in the neck of one of the running yaomo. He choked and went down at the foot of the bridge. He wasn't dead, but was dying. The other two ignored their comrade and kept going. It wasn't his war, but he was bound to fight the yaomo. Although they were not demons, but their ways were not that different from that of demons.
Dropping into a crouch, Ju Feng ducked the lead yaomo's sword swing and slammed his shoulder into the yaomo's stomach. The force of the impact was audible, and for a moment, Chang Chang didn't think Ju Feng's slight weight would slow the yaomo, but suddenly Ju Feng thrust his hands out and shoved the yaomo away from him. Reeling, the yaomo fell and struck his head against the stone bridge. He lay still, dazed.
