"I say, kind Angel," pleaded Yang Yu, "we have a companion here who has fallen ill. Could you possibly give us some time until her illness improves, and then we can fight?"
Yang Yu attempted to communicate with Amon, but all Amon responded with was a smile.
"In battle, no one will spare your life just because you suddenly suffer a heart attack."
"You're right, if it were me, seeing an enemy with a heart attack might even excite me more, and I'd rush forward with a twenty-meter-long cleaver to chop him down."
As expected, the negotiation failed. Yang Yu took a deep breath, calming his heart, "Iyas, help Bai Jin to the corner, then get ready for battle."
"But..."
Looking at Bai Jin, who was coughing violently in his arms, Iyas was heartbroken but helpless, reluctant to move, hoping Yang Yu would come up with a better solution.
Bai Jin grabbed Iyas's arm, her face wan, "Do as he says. We must defeat... defeat that angel... to survive... cough cough..."
