When he had withdrawn earlier, the reason he had specifically gone to warn Jujia was mainly because he could not bear to watch him be surrounded and beaten to death by the people from Wind Flower Pavilion. The enemy of one's enemy was a friend; if he could lend a hand, he would.
Unlike Sima Yang, Lu Ye had quite a favorable impression of Jujia.
"Dead men cannot come back to life. I have a grudge against those people over there. We can work together," Lu Ye consoled him.
Jujia lowered his head without responding. It was impossible to tell whether he had taken the words in.
They had barely caught their breath when Spiritual Power fluctuations came from nearby. Lu Ye looked up and saw a Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivator peering toward them from a rooftop. Their eyes met, and the man shouted, "Lu Yiye is over here!"
Before his voice had faded, a Fire Dragon Art had already shot toward him, its scorching power warping the air around it.
The man's expression changed, and he darted aside to evade it. Yet under Lu Ye's control, the Fire Dragon Art turned as well and slammed heavily into him. With a scream, the man was blasted off the roof.
"Go!"
Lu Ye broke into a sprint, with Jujia close behind. Not far behind them, Spiritual Power fluctuations rose and fell one after another. The people from Myriad Demon Ridge had clearly caught up.
They fled all the way, yet could never shake the tails behind them. Judging from the commotion, more and more enemies were joining the pursuit.
If Lu Ye had been alone, he could naturally have shaken off the pursuers behind him. With Windwalk's enhancement, these people chasing him would have been nothing but a dream.
But with