Amidst the chaos, archers on the rooftops of both sides intermittently released cold arrows from above. Shen Qi and Gu Qing quickly found themselves trapped in a tight encirclement, surrounded by blades and sword shadows from all directions.
Gu Qing’s eyes sharpened as he forcefully blocked two swords with his bare hands, creating an opening.
“You go first,” he urgently said.
“No,” Shen Qi shook her head in refusal.
One of the original host’s tasks was to protect Gu Qing, and if she were to leave, Gu Qing would likely meet his demise here.
“Don’t worry, the people in the mansion should soon notice the abnormality and come to our rescue,” Shen Qi’s voice was not particularly loud, barely audible amidst the clashing of weapons, yet it softened Gu Qing’s heart.
He wanted to persuade Shen Qi to leave, but the attacks from the black-clad assailants were relentless, leaving them no opportunity for conversation.