Fake, All Fake!?

"The Eight Formation Diagram has been broken!?"

Everyone in Class 1238 was horrified, their faces changing drastically.

They had yet to deal with one white tigress, and now a pack of hungry wolves had arrived. What were they supposed to do?!

Zhu Tong shouted through their shared consciousness, "Zhuge Lian, what the hell are you doing?! Didn't you say that with you presiding over the 'Eight Formation Diagram,' nothing could go wrong? How long has it even been?! Is there any way to salvage this?" After saying that, Zhu Tong charged at the White-Haired Witch again. Strike while she was down and take her life! They absolutely had to deal with the White-Haired Witch and seize the Phoenix-Breaking Hairpin before Class 1239 arrived.

Bai Lu moved with her. The instant the two received Zhuge Lian's message, they charged toward the White-Haired Witch.

As for Luo Yang, after using "Blade Principle" once, he had nearly drained away the last of his strength and energy. His device's EP—equivalent to mana—had also run dry. All he could do was stay to one side and hurriedly recover from his injuries with a sigh.

Du Kangan, one mechanical arm ruined, rose to his feet and said, "I'll hold them back for a while!" Du Kangan's fighting style was far too violent, consisting entirely of wide-area attacks. He was not suited to fighting alongside others at all. Just imagine it—what if a burst of his bullets hit his own teammates?

Ren Chenyi and Jie Jie had recovered sixty to seventy percent from their injuries and also stood up. "We'll go too."

"No need!" A loud, vigorous voice rang out. "Haha, we're already here." The speaker was Wei Ming, who strode out of the Peach Blossom Grove with his head held high. "Heh heh, everyone, it's so