"Help..."
Before Zhao Tong could cry out for help, an arm shot out beside him. A large hand like iron pincers clamped tightly around the Dragon Horn Cone, holding its tip against Zhao Tong's brow without letting it advance an inch.
As Shen Luo felt that overwhelming force, shock filled his heart, followed by Rage. "I wasn't the one trying to kill him. He was trying to kill me. Am I not even allowed to fight back?"
"He ambushed you with one spike, and you returned three water arrows, so I did not stop you just now. But now... no." Huang Yi frowned.
"You really are this stubborn..." Shen Luo said, somewhat speechless.
But just as he was about to withdraw his hand, the ice sealing Zhao Tong's hand broke apart. Zhao Tong suddenly raised his palm, a cloud of blood hidden within it, and struck straight at Shen Luo's brow.
Shen Luo's heart tightened. He hurriedly stepped back, but the angle of that palm strike was vicious and it pursued him too swiftly for him to evade in time.
"Bastard."
At that moment, an explosive shout boomed beside their ears like the tolling of a great bell.
Huang Yi's other arm abruptly lifted and struck upward from below, smashing into Zhao Tong's reaching arm.
Zhao Tong cried out miserably. His hand uncontrollably blasted skyward, and the blood cloud immediately exploded above the three of them.
The blood cloud burst apart overhead, transforming into a rain of blood that poured down upon them. Shen Luo and the others were restraining one another, and none could dodge away. All of them were drenched from head to toe.
The instant the blood rain landed on him, Shen Luo felt a burning pain across his skin, as though he had been splashed with