Yan Wufeng and You Guangzhou's Trump Cards

At that moment, Yan Wufeng's gaze was fixed tightly on Chen Yu as he gradually regained his senses. Though Chen Yu's eyes looked slightly vacant, that unyielding will still burned stubbornly like candlelight, refusing to let the exhaustion of his body swallow him.

Yan Wufeng's face was livid, and the shock in his heart was impossible to hide—his trump card, which he had meticulously prepared for years, had actually failed at this critical moment. This result was completely beyond his expectations.

Looking around, Yan Wufeng saw You Guangzhou and Luo Ping both wearing dispirited expressions after suffering setbacks one after another.

Their failures had undoubtedly added another heavy weight to the scales of a battle that had already begun to tilt.

Across from them, the seven great experts all looked grave, yet not one of them backed down. They stood ready for battle.

Farther away, the clamor grew louder and louder. More than a dozen high-level soul masters were rapidly approaching in various ways—riding swords through the air, soaring on wings, or sprinting with astonishing speed.

Yan Wufeng understood in his heart that the people of Chen Lin Village were probably about to arrive as well. When that happened, they would be completely trapped in a desperate situation, attacked from both front and rear.

The matter could no longer be done. The ambush to kill Chen Yu had failed completely.

The situation no longer allowed him the slightest hesitation.

So he let out a low call to You Guangzhou.

When You Guangzhou heard it, a trace of resolve flashed through his eyes. His figure suddenly burst into motion, streaking across the sky like a beam of ghostly light before landing steadily beside Yan Wufeng.

The two men understood each other without needing words. Their soul power instantly boiled, like two