"Block him! We absolutely can't let him escape this time!"
"Hahaha! You're courting death!"
"Let's see whether you Beiyang can afford to keep this up!"
"..."
Several ghostly figures flashed continuously across Taihu Lake, treading on its surface as if on level ground and stirring up only faint ripples.
It was clearly a chase. Several figures were closing in on the one at the front.
The man fleeing ahead was obviously quite capable. Even while carrying someone in his arms, he was no slower than his pursuers and kept finding opportunities to slip past their encirclement.
Even so, the area in which he could move was growing smaller and smaller.
"Damn it! They're like sticky plasters."
Carrying the person in his arms bridal-style, the Beiyang big shot's mood sank to rock bottom.
Did he really have to give up?
But if a Child of the Plane like this was allowed to be killed, it would surely have a massive impact on the Foundation Space!
"You've already done all you can, brother. Let me go."
Murong Fu, held in his arms, showed a trace of relief in his eyes.
He had thought his strength placed him among the top tier in the martial world, but a few people had appeared out of nowhere this time, and he could not stand against a single one of them!
They had severely wounded him with ease!
If not for this friend's help, he would have died at Swallow's Nest long ago.
"No! You're crucial to this world. We absolutely can't give up on you!"
The Beiyang big shot carrying him still gritted his teeth and persevered.
Murong Fu's template was practically that of the protagonist of an era. He had to be an important character, surely...
Yet at that moment, the sky over the