Clang—!
The long halberd steadily blocked Lin Qiye's straight blade. Wild winds surged around Han Shaoyun, and Wind Blades on either side closed in on Lin Qiye like scissors!
The instant the wind stirred, Lin Qiye seemed to have predicted the Wind Blades' trajectories. He twisted sideways in midair, evading both blades at once.
Boom—!
The flame-wreathed spear struck again. Hong Ying raised her valiant brows and let out a sharp cry, the crimson spearhead tracing blossoming patterns through the air.
The next moment, Chen Muye's figure appeared eerily behind Han Shaoyun. Like a reaper claiming a soul, his twin blades silently swept toward Han Shaoyun's neck...
Attacked from three sides, even Han Shaoyun was beginning to struggle. And among the three was the troublesome Chen Muye—if one of his blades struck, Han Shaoyun would be lucky not to lose three layers of skin even if he survived!
Whoosh—!
Seeing his chance, Leng Xuan fired his sniper rifle again from afar. A bullet precisely slipped past Lin Qiye and the other two, piercing Han Shaoyun's leg and splashing up a spray of blood!
With his lower body injured, Han Shaoyun's movements visibly stalled. Seizing the opening, Chen Muye briefly turned insubstantial to evade the halberd, then delivered two more heavy slashes across him!
Pfft—!
Han Shaoyun violently spat out blood. His body shriveled at a visible rate, while the three burning gashes seared his soul without pause, hurting so badly that his consciousness began to blur.
He staggered as he steadied himself, then roared. The wild wind spiraled outward, briefly forcing back Lin Qiye and the other two.
Just then, Wu Xiangnan ran across the street like a gust of wind. Bracing against the gale, he rushed forward and threw his arms around the unsteady Han Shaoyun!
Lin Qiye froze.