You Mingxu watched as the shadow of the Iron Hammer rapidly descended, and she closed her eyes.
The forceful wind brought by the hammer was already on her face when a man threw himself on top of her. She shuddered, opened her eyes, and could hardly believe what she was seeing. In the dim light, she saw Yin Feng's stubborn face, pale as a sheet. In the split second when their eyes locked, he managed to smile, a silly yet sincere expression.
Then the hammer hit the back of his neck.
A gut-wrenching scream ripped from You Mingxu's throat, watching in horror as he fell from the sky, as he blocked that terrible blow, and finally collapsed into her arms. Her hands were trembling, and though she was weak, she held onto him desperately.
