At the time when the overlapping bell sounds had not completely faded, countless black shadows had already flickered from rooftops, corners, and woods in all directions, moving as swiftly as ghosts.
These hidden guards were dressed in uniform black attire, masks covering their faces, revealing only pairs of cold, sharp eyes, holding various weapons, with blade and sword gleams intertwining into a chilling light in the air.
In just a breath, they appeared in front of Su Muyao and the others.
At this moment, Xiao Jihan was extremely worried.
He thought, if his wife couldn't take him along, he would choose to sacrifice himself explosively to open a path for her.
With his wife's current strength, a bit of time should be enough for her to escape.
But unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to break his promise, nor let his wife's efforts go to waste.
He blamed himself for being as useless as he is now, unable to help.
