Qianhuan's words were naturally difficult for most of the natives to understand.
After all, they didn't even know what "magic" was!
However, based on their basic understanding of Qianhuan, Chun Cang and Chu Ju could still roughly figure out what he intended to do.
Nothing more than "putting on a trick"!
No matter how exaggerated the trick was, what harm could it possibly cause?
Besides, he was currently in midair, far from the ground and the Xia-Jin army.
Thus, whether it was Chun Cang or Chu Ju, they both breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Qianhuan appear.
At the same time...
They also reached a decision.
"Save the Young Lord first!"
The two of them continued rushing toward Lin Yu and the Young Lord!
As for Lin Yu...
The Young Lord was indeed in danger!
After having his weapon caught off guard by Lin Yu and then being kicked hard in the groin, the man had naturally lost his combat power for the time being and collapsed painfully onto the ground.
Lin Yu naturally wasn't about to let this opportunity go. He swung his fists in wide arcs, pummeling the Young Lord's head from both sides, each punch landing solidly on his face.
That fair, rather handsome face was beaten out of shape and swollen with bruises. Blood mixed with blood jade was spat onto the ground, while the terrifying eyes covering his body vanished completely.
Lin Yu could tell that his opponent badly wanted to fight back, or at least intended to curse him. However, under Lin Yu's heavy and rapid barrage, the Young Lord couldn't even stand steadily, let alone fight back.
On top of that, every punch struck his face, so he couldn't even speak coherently. Thus, the only thing the Young Lord could do was