"Fierce Shrimp, hurry and pass my orders to the Demon Horde. Have them clear a path at once. Don't give those people any trouble-just let them leave!"
Wang Baishun spoke with an unreadable expression, pointing toward Liu Jiahua and the two hundred or so people in the distance.
His gaze had never left Lin Zihan's group, as though he was particularly concerned about what was happening over there.
Naturally, Wang Baishun had also seen everything that happened between Xie Li and Liu Xue.
Although they were too far away for him to hear exactly what they said, their expressions and movements gave him a rough idea of what had happened.
"As you command, young master!"
Fierce Shrimp answered loudly, his voice ringing out strong and firm.
His eyes had even grown moist, clearly moved by the scene he had just witnessed.
They had merely imagined a grand drama of lovers turning against each other, but that alone had been enough to leave them overwhelmed with emotion.
Fierce Shrimp dared not delay for even a moment. He turned and raced away like a gale.
He moved so fast that he vanished from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
Liu Jiahua and the others looked at the demons on either side, their hearts filled with unease.
They had thought escaping this place would inevitably require a bloody, brutal battle.
They gripped their weapons tightly, their palms on the verge of sweating.
Yet, to their utter astonishment, the demons stepped aside of their own accord, showing no intention of stopping them.
This sudden turn of events left Liu Jiahua and the others stunned and momentarily at a loss.
Liu Jiahua and the others repeatedly clasped their hands in thanks, bobbing like pestles pounding garlic, while their feet seemed slick with