No way, I can't just sit here and wait to die.
Du Yu quickly looked around. There were at least fifty black-robed people—absolutely impossible to fight them all here!
It's not like I'm wielding a Heaven-piercing Halberd; there's no way I can take on this many at once!
"Tactic 1!" Du Yu suddenly turned, running left along the fence, blade edge on his bow arm pointed forward.
Breaking through—that's Du Yu's only shot at survival.
As for that special woman shrouded in black mist, she was definitely not a good breakthrough point. Damn, even her skin's different. At minimum, that's gotta be some kind of elite monster, right?
"Ying!" Xiaoyan quickly conjured a fireball in front of her face, and the Little You Ying buzzing near her head quietly gathered strength, ready to unleash the Demon Skill: Ghostly Firefly Spin.
