Zhang Jian and Zhang Youren stood back to back, facing the dozens of people around them.
"Stronghold Chief, what exactly is going on here?" Zhang Youren asked calmly, several flying daggers circling in his hand.
"It's a long story. Apparently, people from the 'future' have set their sights on our lives."
"The future?" Zhang Youren had never expected such an outlandish answer. "Who cares who they are? We just have to kill them, right? Standing back to back like this brings me right back to the battlefield."
"Yes." Zhang Jian nodded. "Only with you watching my back can I face the enemy without worry."
"And the same goes for me."
Spiritual energy in two different colors rippled around them. Their imposing presence was far beyond anything a group of Unfettered Immortals and mountain spirits could match.
"Boss! I'm here to help!" Du Yu shouted as he ran over, only to find a dense crowd before him.
"Uh..." Du Yu paused. "Maybe I should go deal with Nezha first. You two carry on..."
"Rest assured, sir. We can handle this," Zhang Jian said. "Low-ranking Unfettered Immortals and mountain spirits like these can do nothing to us."
Du Yu took a closer look. Quite a few corpses already lay on the ground, so the two men clearly weren't bluffing.
"Really? Then I'll lend a hand too, so I can get back sooner." Du Yu pulled the Green Writing Brush from his waist and shouted, "Go! Yingning!"
But this time, the brush didn't fly out as she had before.
"Huh?" Du Yu blinked. He had been able to call on her just moments ago. Had he recited the Incantation wrong?
Du Yu cleared his throat and shouted again, "Help out, Yingning!"
The Green Writing Brush remained completely still.
Everyone watched the scene, and