Yaya, who had been waiting for the right time, instantly shot out from the boy's back collar, straight to the leader's neck.
[On it, quack!!] The duck's eyes squinted. With a sharp needle on his hand, he pierced it to the leader's throat, right a second before the sword touched Zhao Yun's leg.
STING!
"Kah!!" The leader suddenly dropped Zhao Yun to the floor with a loud THUD sound. His throat suddenly throbbed like mad. Blood dripped out from it.
The wound caused by the needle was indeed too small to injure the leader, but it was impactful enough to make him lose his grip on the boy.
! Success!
Yaya immediately went back to Zhao Yun's shirt and whispered to the boy, [Now, run! Run around the barrier until Jia saves you!]
Zhao Yun was laying on the floor, grimacing in pain when he heard Yaya's whisper. Ignoring the bruise on his knees, he abruptly stood up and ran around the huge barrier.
