Mr. Yu hadn't moved yet.
Summer Thunder Blade Xia Yiming, known for his fiery temper, had already leapt forward, his blade roaring like thunder. In an instant, he had cut down three men and was now facing Zeng Heihu.
Spring Rain Saber Zhang Qing, Autumn Moon Saber Chang Hong, and Winter Snow Blade Wang Zhi followed in succession, rushing out one after another. The caravan's group gradually stabilized the situation, managing to fend off the bandit soldiers of Lying Tiger Village.
"Mr. Yu should go too, let's end this quickly."
Zhou Ping'an said softly.
He touched the Particle Ripple Gun within the spatial dimension, just about to take it out, when a faint sense of forewarning arose in his heart.
'If this can be avoided, it's best not to use it—this item doesn't belong in this world…'
Zhou Ping'an suddenly felt a pang of unease.
