Seeing how serious things had become, the two Black-Robed Men serving under Wan Lan immediately chose to flee.
"Trying to run? Think you can get away?"
Wan Lan rubbed her hands together, and a wisp of exceedingly gentle wind became a chain, emerging from her palms and piercing their bodies.
"Everyone, lend me your order!"
At that instant, the invisible power of order in this world converged.
Wan Lan stepped forward and clenched both hands.
Then she swung them hard.
Bound together, the two Black-Robed Men felt an irresistible force surge through them, and everything around them began to blur and spin.
Su Wuwei abruptly appeared behind Mohe and kicked him toward Wan Lan's whirling chain.
"You don't see a windmill like this every day. Join in."
Working together, the two bound the people planning to attack them through self-detonation as tightly as trussed turtles, then hurled them toward the buildings below.
The moment Wan Lan let go, she drew her bow.
The first arrow burst forth, driving into the chain and carrying the three down toward the buildings.
The second arrow followed close behind, striking the tail of the first at the same angle. Like a meteorite hurtling down from beyond the sky, it brought the three to a speed rivaling a shooting star.
The third arrow flew out, with Su Wuwei's flames clinging to it. The flaming meteor broke through the invisible blockade constructed by [Colonialism].
Like a pillar of light with astonishing destructive power, bolstered by the force of ten whole nuclear bombs, it thundered down without regard for anything.
The people in the city below saw only a blazing light, and then everything melted and dispersed completely in the flames.
Above the savage blaze, a pair of indifferent eyes watched the earth, watching the fire mercilessly