Moonlight spilled like snow across the ruined courtyard of the Feng Family Manor.
Just as Su Jinghong's fingers were about to touch the masked man's face, a dozen black-clad figures lunged from every direction like ghosts.
No shouts, no warning—only the shriek of blades cutting through the air and the resolve to trade their lives for others'.
"Watch out!"
The Eye of Destiny had warned Su Ye before the figures appeared.
Su Ye barked a warning and drew his blade. Blade Aura erupted from it.
The first two black-clad attackers sprayed Blood Mist from their necks. Their heads had already flown off, yet their bodies kept charging forward on momentum alone.
An instant.
Two attackers dead.
Yet their deaths did nothing to frighten their companions. The others did not hesitate. They pushed themselves to their Physical Limit and moved even faster, utterly heedless of their own lives.
Three even burned through their lifespans, flashing to Su Jinghong's side like lightning and unleashing everything they had at once.
The assault was so fierce that even Su Jinghong had to retreat several steps. The mask slipped past her fingertips, just an inch away.
"Suicide attacks!"
Feng Yan'an cried out and threw both fists forward, sending another attacker flying with Fierce Wind Fist Force.
But the attackers' true targets were not them.
Four of them suddenly turned and hurled four purple-glowing silver needles at the restrained Feng Yanning.
The needles struck the back of Feng Yanning's neck with perfect precision. His body went rigid, and the last trace of reason vanished from his eyes, replaced by bestial madness.
"Roar—"
Feng Yanning let out an inhuman bellow. His body swelled against the Thunder Long Whip binding him, the coils carving deep grooves into his flesh. He seemed to feel no pain, only churning every