Lu Yunze really wanted to ask for clarification right then and there, but now was absolutely not the time for a slow conversation.
Had something happened to Jiang Sui? Otherwise, why would Lü Ziyi mention her?
“Luo Yao, hold on a little longer. I’ll circle around from the side,” Lu Yunze said. “Try to keep these people blocked.”
“Ah, then hurry up,” Luo Yao gritted her teeth and replied.
Having wandered around all afternoon, she was already starving, and her stamina was simply insufficient to maintain the Wind Wall for long. Although the Wind Wall could block bullets, the consumption was enormous.
Just then, the ground near Lü Ziyi’s feet was suddenly struck by a stray bullet that slipped through, making her flinch and shrink back.
“Damn it, Luo Yao, are you any good at this? Could you even afford to compensate me if something happened to me?”
“Keep complaining and I’ll blow you over to be a human shield!” Luo Yao retorted angrily.
Before her words even faded, the three of them simultaneously heard a clatter-clatter sound.
A grenade with its pin pulled rolled out from under the car and lay quietly on the ground.
The three of them fell silent for a moment.
“Get back!”
In the last second before the grenade exploded, Luo Yao turned and manipulated a whirlwind to isolate the grenade from them.
If it was just an ordinary grenade, she could completely block it.
Provided—it was only an ordinary grenade.
At the moment of the explosion, a blinding flash of intense light covered her vision. The sharp pain made her instinctively close her eyes, and the Wind Wall nearly collapsed.
Flames instantly breached the defense, engulfing all three of them along with the cover car in the explosion.
The car was blasted into the air, then crashed heavily back to the ground.
The rioters stopped shooting, staring at the explosion point, not daring to act rashly for the moment.
Someone tentatively approached the burning vehicle, wanting to confirm whether Lu Yunze and Luo Yao were already dead.
Right then—
A dull thud came from the burning car.
The next second, the entire vehicle was violently flipped over, as if pushed by something, and charged toward the rioters.
“Open fire!”
Bullets poured out, but they still couldn’t stop the car’s momentum.
Pushing it forward from behind was none other than Lu Yunze.
He felt the car couldn’t hold on much longer, so he simply summoned his Heavy Sword with one hand, assumed a batting stance, and sent the car flying with a single swing.
“Get out of the way!”
As soon as the words were spoken, the car had already crashed into the crowd, directly smashing several rioters aside.
Using this as cover, Lu Yunze charged into the enemy formation, his figure darting rapidly through the crowd.
The rioters fired in panic, mistakenly injuring their own comrades.
“Cease fire! Don’t shoot, close combat team, move up!”
Following the command, rioters wielding melee weapons quickly surrounded him.
Their weapons seemed ordinary—black longswords, long blades, like simple steel bars.
Lu Yunze didn’t think much of it at first.
Until—
One longsword burst into flames.
One long blade lit up with a red glow.
Lu Yunze: “?”
What the hell was this?
These people weren’t Secret Arts Practitioners, yet their weapons were bizarrely absurd.
Clearly, these were also equipment provided by the Black Star Cult.
Lu Yunze no longer dared to take hits head-on and began focusing on evasion.
But there were too many enemies; mistakes were bound to happen eventually.
A Flame Sword grazed his shoulder, and a burning sensation instantly shot through him.
His clothes were scorched. Fortunately, the black Dragon Scales protected his body; otherwise, his skin would have already been burned.
Another Red-Glow Blade was even more dangerous—
With a single slash, it actually left a mark on his scales, even drawing a trace of blood.
This meant he could no longer tank hits as he had before.
His margin for error had drastically decreased.
What was worse—
Something else was troubling his mind.
Jiang Sui.
Thinking of this, Lu Yunze abruptly thrust his Heavy Sword into the ground, using the force to kick up a large cloud of dust, obscuring the line of sight.
He seized the chance to break out of the encirclement and hid behind a bus.
As soon as he stopped, a gun was almost pointed at him to fire.
“It’s me.”
“You scared me to death,” Lü Ziyi sighed in relief. “I just checked. These bullets are also specialized. This attack was clearly premeditated.”
The gun in her hand was using the same type of ammunition they had confiscated earlier.
The sheer size of the stockpile was chilling.
“Why are you back? Can’t beat them?” she asked.
“I can fight, but it’s too troublesome,” Lu Yunze said, looking at the fallen Luo Yao beside him.
The explosion had left one of her arms a bloody mess. Her face was pale, and her condition was extremely poor.
It was a miracle she was still alive.
Lu Yunze desperately wanted to go find Jiang Sui immediately, but he couldn’t just abandon Luo Yao.
“I’m better at long range,” Lü Ziyi said. “Give me a good gun and enough ammunition, and I can take care of them.”
Unfortunately, the gun in her hand was almost wrecked, and she only had a bullet or two left.
For a moment, the three of them were in a predicament.
Just then—
Another burst of gunfire rang out.
But this time, it wasn’t from the rioters.
Lü Ziyi peeked out and immediately brightened up.
“It’s reinforcements! The Execution Division is here!”
The rioters’ formation was thrown into disarray as they turned toward the rear.
The Execution Division had finally made their move.
Since the attack had already occurred, there was no more need for hesitation. They would directly suppress with full force.
Lü Ziyi’s phone rang—it was a new order.
Her sniper rifle was ready, and she was to rendezvous immediately.
The situation began to reverse.
Lu Yunze looked at her. “Then I’ll leave this side to you.”
“Don’t worry, work is work,” Lü Ziyi nodded.
She hoisted the unconscious Luo Yao onto her back, preparing to evacuate.
Now was the perfect opportunity.
“What about you?” she asked.
“I’m going to find her,” Lu Yunze said, looking across the street.
“It was her who told you to come notify me, right?”
“…Yes.”
It was already very obvious.
If nothing had happened, Jiang Sui wouldn’t have failed to come find him personally.
“Then I’ll head out first,” Lu Yunze said. “I’ll come back to support you all later.”
Lü Ziyi nodded. Her gaze flickered between the two of them, and she couldn’t help but say:
“Am I just a part of your play?”
“What?”
“Nothing, hurry up and go.”
This prince-saving-the-princess act has been dragging on for so long—
The princess must be getting impatient by now.