The piercing wail made the group of black-clothed figures shrink back, huddling in the courtyard's corner. Meanwhile, a pair of ominous red eyes was fixated on him from an unseen angle behind her.
Long Yan soared into the air and landed on a withered tree next to him, which was as tall as the courtyard. Taking a few steps on the Void, Long Yan found himself atop a window grid paper.
Quietly opening the window grid paper, Long Yan observed the scene inside the room. He didn't have time to deal with the group of black-clothed figures right now. Even if they shut the door, Long Yan was confident he could shatter the gate in an instant, though doing so would risk their lives.
If it came down to it, Long Yan would grit his teeth and dump Zhao Wuhun onto the street of the Mercenary Town, leaving the headache to the Mayor.
