Tail Feather

The question was plainly hostile. The man's teammates had fanned out behind him, forming a loose encirclement, most with hands resting on their weapons. This was clearly an experienced team of users.

"Li Yun—" Fang Yishu warned under her breath. She quietly gathered her psychic power, ready in case the other side attacked. She was especially careful to shield Ning Yu behind her as Ning Yu hurriedly bathed Old Li in a faint green glow to give him emergency treatment.

"Markings? I haven't seen any."

Li Yun patted Fang Yishu's shoulder, signaling her to stay calm. He took two steps forward and glanced around, seemingly unaffected by the pressure the others were deliberately exerting. "Besides, do people plant flags to claim territory in this graveyard? I've never heard of that rule."

"Well, kid, now you've heard of that 'rule.'"

The short-haired man clearly didn't appreciate Li Yun's answer. His tone cooled. "Leave. Now. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind giving those walking skeletons around you a hand."

A warning before the attack.

Several teammates behind him tightened their grips on their weapons. Even the especially threatening hand crossbows rose almost imperceptibly, angling toward the four of them.

Despite his words, the man's gaze kept drifting to Old Li, who looked battered and bloody.

From the little he had seen of the earlier fight, it was obvious that this disheveled man was the one he needed to watch most closely.

Noticing his gaze, Li Yun looked over at Old Li, who had finally caught his breath a little but was still red-faced and panting. "Captain, what do you think?"

"...I think we can retreat. But you're the clever one, so we'll go with your call."

Li Jiye looked startled, then caught on. He leaned closer and answered in a low voice, stepping in