When Yuki's brain was frantically secreting neurotransmitters as Yuan Wenren's leg was shot off, he felt an unprecedented urgency.
In this regard, he was more aware of the current situation than Yuan Wenren.
King Aqini would spare no expense to kill Xiang Shan.
Both his master and the Eighth Martial God were Xiang Shan.
And since his master had unintentionally revealed his identity and let the enemy catch a tail, what happened to the Eighth Martial God years ago could very likely happen again.
—I have to do something…
He thought to himself.
Yuan Wenren lay on the ground, firing firearms at the entrance filled with metal aerosol.
But the other side might be even stronger.
Bullets kept landing around Yuan Wenren's body.
If it weren't for Yuan Wenren constantly moving and a few loudspeakers nearby misleading the enemy's determination of the sound source… she would have fallen to the enemy's bullets long before.
—I have to do something…
