"Aaah!"
Mu Yingying screamed again.
After Wen Changgeng leaped onto the tall building, the mindless mob had scattered.
They wandered aimlessly, killing anyone they encountered and wreaking havoc everywhere.
Disciples from the various sects had been dragged into the chaos and were fighting back.
Blades flashed amid the sounds of slaughter.
Mu Yingying had been perfectly safe hanging from the eaves and could have stayed out of the fray. Unfortunately, she was far too noisy, and even after falling, she refused to quiet down.
Her screams undoubtedly made her a living target.
The mindless fanatics converged on her from every direction once more, like a surging zombie horde.
Unarmed, with her clothes torn in an embarrassing place, she panicked, unsure whether to cover her backside or free her hands to fight.
Her screams grew even shriller.
"Help! Somebody save me! Save me!"
The mindless fanatics seemed to track people by sound. The louder she screamed, the harder they chased her.
She had drawn most of the zombie horde her way.
Xiao Qinghe, who had just kicked someone away, was speechless.
If you don't ask for trouble, you won't die. Why tempt fate?
Just as Xiao Qinghe was about to rescue her, a graceful figure in white swept past.
Her high bun streamed through the air as she darted like a swallow, plunging into the battle ahead of him.
She flicked her sword upward and delivered a spinning kick with one long leg.
Three opponents in one move, crisp and clean. She cut a striking, valiant figure.
Beautiful!
She tossed Mu Yingying an outer robe, then held her sword in a reverse grip across her body, guarding Mu Yingying warily.
Mu Yingying stamped her foot petulantly. "Senior Sister Bai, why did you only come to save me now? Hurry up and