Ji Chenglie's heart clenched at the sight of the Black-Clothed Men surrounding them in turn. He knew they had been driven into a desperate corner.
He quickly scanned his surroundings, then shouted, "Third Sister, you leave too! Take Bo Da, Ruyan, and the others with you!"
Liu Yirong turned to Ji Chenglie as well. "Brother Cheng Lie, we can't just abandon you."
A trace of anxiety and worry colored her voice. She knew Ji Chenglie had already prepared himself to sacrifice his life.
Ji Chenglie looked at Liu Yirong, warmth welling in his heart.
Liu Yirong and the others did not want to give up on him, but he also knew his body could no longer withstand such fierce combat.
So he shouted, "Go! Hurry! Don't worry about me!"
Yet things did not unfold as Ji Chenglie had imagined. The Black-Clothed Men's attacks grew increasingly ferocious, and their encirclement tightened.
Ji Chenglie felt his strength gradually failing. He knew he might not escape.
A tragic resolve surged in his heart. He was ready to trade his life for a chance for the others to escape.
Ji Boda's heart trembled when he heard Ji Chenglie's shouts.
Looking at the situation before him, he knew they had no way back. He turned to Liu Ruyan. "Ruyan, hurry and go!"
His voice carried a trace of firmness and finality. Clearly, he intended to stay and fight the Black-Clothed Men to the bitter end.
Liu Ruyan looked at Ji Bo Da and shook her head, intense worry flashing in her eyes. "Brother Bo Da, I..."
Before she could finish, Ji Boda interrupted her. "Go! Stop hesitating!"
His voice held an unquestionable firmness. Their situation was critical, and they had to leave as quickly as possible.
"Brother Chen, you all leave too!" Anxiety colored Ji