Lin Fu repelled the ambush from the shadows with a single strike, immediately using the "Falling Leaves Steps" to trace an eerie, unpredictable line of light as she dashed toward Celia's direction of descent.
Grasping the swiftly falling Celia, Lin Fu's form inevitably began to plummet toward the ground with a wrenching fall.
The wind whistled past her ears, and enemies intent on seizing her life surrounded her on all sides. Lin Fu was now pushed to the brink; the slightest misstep could lead to her death.
"Come on, wake up. Are you dead?"
After stabilizing her descent, Lin Fu held Celia by the waist with one hand and her combat blade in the other. High-energy weapons emitted light beams that pierced the night sky; to the spectators on the ground, it was just a dance of shadows and light, each beam dragging tens of meters of brightness across the sky and illuminating the scene of battle.
"Ah!"
"Pfft..."
