“Get away from her!”
Xing Zhenya looked up as the shout rang out. She was just in time to see a figure drop from the sky. He landed on top of one man’s shoulders, driving the man into the ground, then leapt into the air. He spun like a top and kicked another man. The sound of that man’s neck snapping echoed around the forest.
“Is that… Jian Wu?” Xing Zhenya murmured in shock. “He’s not dead?”
Two more figures emerged from the trees. One of them was a giant black panther that leapt on one of Mao Zemin’s people and tore out his throat. The other was a young man with flaming red hair who released fire from his palms. The flames slammed into Mao Zemin’s group and lit them ablaze, causing many to scream as they fell to the ground and rolled.