Yet before he could react and cry out a warning, a cold gleam shot out from the darkness!
"Fellow Daoist Ling!"
Chen Han shouted a warning. At the same time, a streak of light flew from his storage pouch, transforming into layers of sword-shaped afterimages that intercepted the cold gleam.
Clang! The sound of fine iron striking fine iron exploded, and the two streaks of light were knocked back simultaneously.
One was Chen Han's sword-shaped artifact; the other was two flying daggers.
Only then did Ling Xiaohu react, but the danger was far from over. Attacks also erupted from two other hidden positions.
One fire, one wind—two spell attacks shot toward Ling Xiaohu at once.
Clearly, their target was Ling Xiaohu! Or rather, they intended to kill Ling Xiaohu first with the force of thunder, then slowly trap Chen Han to death...
Ling Xiaohu's pupils shrank, panic appearing on his face as he swiftly took out two Golden Light Talismans and raised them before himself.
With two muffled bangs, Ling Xiaohu gritted his teeth and blocked both attacks. Yet this also inflicted serious internal injuries on him. As though struck by a devastating blow, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and dropped to one knee.
With three attacks arriving almost simultaneously, Chen Han was powerless to help even if he wanted to.
"Brother Ling, how are you? This is no place to linger. We need to leave!"
There was little Chen Han could do. He took two steps forward to shield Ling Xiaohu, spat out his copper coin artifact, and activated it before them.
"Alright, let's go!"
Ling Xiaohu did not dare delay. Forcing himself to his feet, he was about to flee.
However, at some unknown time, a figure had already appeared behind them. Standing in the