His speed did not slacken. It only grew faster.
Gu Qingnian's steps never paused; instead, he accelerated into a sprint. The Soul Fighting Zone was vast, but in an instant, he had charged into the formation Bei Bei and the others had assembled.
Once he was inside, delight flashed across their faces. They closed in from every direction, while Huo Yuhao and his two companions began retreating.
Bei Bei and Wu Feng attacked first from either side, their two pairs of dragon claws-one red, one blue-striking at Gu Qingnian simultaneously.
Gu Qingnian was just about to raise both hands to fend them off when a pair of razor-sharp claws slashed at him from directly behind. At the same time, a long, slender leg slammed down from the upper left, while a streak of golden light hurtled toward him from the upper right.
Gu Qingnian could not help arching an eyebrow. He looked straight ahead, where a pair of pink eyes gazed alluringly at him, that familiar, lovely face wearing a soft smile.
Beyond that lovely face stood He Caitou, poised to strike. His mass of metal tubes radiated a terrifying sense of danger, as though they would all erupt in the very next instant.
That was not all. Notes from a xiao curled through the air around Gu Qingnian. He immediately felt a strange sensation spread over him, as though his entire body were being tugged and pulled.
"Interesting. One layer piled on another."
Taking in this layered arrangement, Gu Qingnian's eyes glimmered with interest. He stopped and looked directly at Cui Yajie in front of him.
He paid no heed to the attacks coming from every direction. Bei Bei and the others' expressions changed as worry welled up inside them, and they suddenly grew afraid of striking too hard.