Of course, this group had no idea what had happened.
Among them were disciples from all manner of Eastern Spirit City factions, yet all had gathered under Chen Wu's command. Naturally, this was because of Er Yan's presence—they wanted to curry favor with the Thoughtless Sacred Sect.
And at this moment, they obeyed Chen Wu's orders alone.
The next instant, Chen Wu strode forward, exuding the powerful aura of the peak Spirit Battle Realm. The aura of his fifth-grade battle body surged skyward.
Sikong Jing drew a faint breath and slowly spoke...
"A Xie, my opponents next will be Er Yan and Chen Wu. There are roughly two hundred enemies around us, a quarter of them in the Spirit Battle Realm. Can you look after Senior Sister Zhang and kill every last enemy?"
As his voice fell, A Xie and the Elder Family members slowly raised the faces beneath their bamboo hats.
Suddenly, A Xie answered heavily, "We can!"
The others replied in grave voices, "Rest assured, Genius Sikong. We swear to protect Little Genius Zhang to the death, even if only one of us remains."
Shaking his head lightly, Sikong Jing said with resolve, "No need to be so pessimistic. Darkness is your domain. I believe every one of you can survive—and none of you are allowed to die."
With that, Sikong Jing strode toward Chen Wu in the darkness.
As Sikong Jing's back gradually melted into the darkness, Zhang Duiyin said quietly, "Treat my wounds quickly. Once I recover thirty percent, I can fight. I can stand shoulder to shoulder with you."
Even with her eyes gouged out, Zhang Duiyin wanted to save her brother. She wanted to fight.
Yet A Xiang, who was holding Zhang Duiyin, said softly, "Little Genius Zhang, just rest easy."
"Genius Sikong will