The number of adversaries was simply too many, and with only two hands against so many fists, Lu Yancheng and his companions were forced to retreat continuously, as the encirclement steadily shrank.
However, even in this dire situation, Father Gu and Mother Gu were being well protected behind them.
The fierce, cold wind howled in, sweeping up the leaves on the ground, creating a rustling noise.
Suddenly, a man in black broke through a gap, his sharp dagger heading straight for Father Gu's chest.
Lu Yancheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and without hesitation, he rushed forward, ready to throw himself in front of the blade...
The next second.
A scream pierced the sky.
The man in black now had a slash on his neck so deep it showed bone, and he slumped down softly.
Lu Yancheng was startled and, looking up, met a pair of clear, cold and angry eyes.
"Yu Yu?"
Gu Danyu's eyes softened slightly as she reached out her hand to pull the man up, "Are you alright?"
