Whoosh!
At that moment, the sound of screeching brakes erupted.
Yang Tian turned his head to look, his expression darkening.
He saw several black-clad figures emerge, surrounding Lan Tingting.
Their speed was swift, encircling Lan Tingting in an instant.
"Yang…"
At this moment, Lan Tingting's face was pale, her eyes filled with panic.
"Die!"
A black-clad figure shouted coldly, a dagger appearing in his hand, and he lunged towards Wang Tingting's throat with a swift motion.
"Ah..."
Lan Tingting let out a gasp of surprise, instinctively covering her eyes.
But just as the dagger fiercely approached Lan Tingting's throat, a streak of starry light flashed by.
With a dull thud, the starry light had already struck the dagger from the black-clad figure's hand heavily.
"Hmm?"
The black-clad figure furrowed his brow, flipped his left hand, producing another dagger, intending to stab Lan Tingting again.
At that moment, a strong hand firmly gripped his wrist.
