Lin Yang came back to his senses and glanced down at the restless little hand at his waist. "Stop messing around. I'm thinking," he said helplessly.
"Thinking?"
Dugu Yan arched an eyebrow, but her grip did not loosen. "Thinking so hard your eyes glazed over? Who are you trying to fool?"
"It's true." Lin Yang sighed softly. "This journey might not be peaceful."
The atmosphere inside the carriage tightened slightly.
Qin Ming, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them, a trace of doubt in his gaze. "You mean... someone will attack us on the road?"
"I'm not sure." Lin Yang shook his head. "But we should be careful..."
Before he could finish, Lin Yang suddenly felt a twitch between his brows.
Aola abruptly rose from Ye Lingling's arms, arching slightly and hissing toward the window, poised to spring.
"On guard!"
Lin Yang gave a low shout.
Almost simultaneously, a shrill whistle pierced the air outside the carriage-the Royal Knights' warning signal.
Tumbling molten rocks trailed thick black smoke as they fell from the sky, abruptly tearing the peace and tranquility to shreds.
"Form ranks!"
The Royal Knights' commander immediately roared.
At that moment, the Royal Knights' overall caliber showed itself.
Five hundred Fine Steel Cavalry instantly deployed into a defensive formation, shields in one hand and spears in the other, their long spears pointing outward in unison.
An enormous barrier of light enveloped the entire procession.
Boom! Boom!
The enormous molten rocks crashed down, battering the barrier until it teetered on the verge of collapse, yet each time it barely held.
"What's going on?"
"What happened?"
"Bandits?"
Compared with the Royal Knights, who stood ready for battle, the academy contingents actually still had the leisure to point and comment.
Clearly, they had yet to realize how serious