Of course, Zhao Guo'an wasn't an idiot. He understood that if Xiao Feng and the others messed up, there was no way things would turn out well on his side either.

So, he had to think of a way to help.

Glancing at the little girl and Lu Yao, Zhao Guo'an decided to start from there.

He was well aware of Xiao Feng's condition; recovering to peak form in a short time was impossible, so helping him eliminate his opponent wasn't very meaningful.

On the other hand, the little girl and Lu Yao were in good shape. Lu Yao fought up close with her speed advantage, while the little girl provided long-range interference, making them the best state among the three battlefronts.

If they could free up their hands, the pressure on Su Yuzhuo would significantly reduce.

"Clear the way, Old Zhao is coming!"

Zhao Guo'an shouted boisterously as he charged towards Lu Yao.

The little girl and Lu Yao were both stunned, not understanding what madness had struck him.

"What are you doing here?" Lu Yao asked with a frown.

"Of course, I'm here to help... Ah!"

Halfway through speaking, he tripped and fell flat on the ground.

"..." Lu Yao.

"..." The little girl.

Is this your way of helping?

At that moment, the man who was being cornered by Lu Yao and the little girl felt a glimmer of hope and immediately switched his target, charging at Zhao Guo'an.

Although Lu Yao doubted Zhao Guo'an's help, she couldn't just let him die. Hurriedly, she rushed over to pull Zhao Guo'an away.

Unexpectedly, the opponent suddenly sped up, his claws outstretched, reaching for Zhao Guo'an's head.

Lu Yao was anxious and never expected that Zhao Guo'an, who was usually so cowardly, would show rare bravery at this time.

Even more unexpected was that he claimed to help but was causing chaos instead—wasn't he courting death?

But just then, Zhao Guo'an, lying on the ground, suddenly turned his head, his mouth seemed to move a little, and with a gritted expression, he sprayed a mouthful of black liquid.

The little girl and Lu Yao were both dumbfounded. Then they saw the man they had been besieging start clutching his face and howling in pain.

"Ahhhhh!"

The screams were incredibly harsh, and after them, he began to scratch his face, leaving bloodstains all over but not stopping.

"It itches... It itches like hell... So itchy ahhhh!"

A scream even more piercing than before emerged because the man seemed to forget he had sharp iron claws on his hands. With one scratch, he accidentally tore off part of his scalp.

Seeing the bloodied man not far in front of him, Zhao Guo'an's heart pounded, his legs uncontrollably trembling incessantly.

He hadn't had time to be afraid moments ago, but thinking back now, a sense of dread washed over him. If those claws had really scratched his face just now...

This kind of post-fear didn't quite compare to walking down the street and narrowly avoiding a flowerpot dropping from the sky and shattering in front of you.

If anything, it was more like watching the news at home, seeing a serial killer's arrest being broadcast, and realizing the arrest took place in your neighborhood. You had just bumped into and smokeed a cigarette with that person while running errands.

Surviving a near-death experience, narrowly escaping disaster perfectly captured Zhao Guo'an's feelings at that moment.

"thud!"

As a collapse sound emerged, their group of five was reduced to four.

At this point, the little girl recalled that Brother Xiao Feng had mentioned Old Zhao had a habit of hiding poison in his mouth.

This made her think that anyone who dated Zhao Guo'an felt like dancing on a tightrope, saying their life was hanging by a thread wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Just imagine, if in the heat of the moment during a kiss, the poison accidentally broke, wouldn't they both die tragically, with no escape?

Thinking of this, the little girl silently decided she had to warn Zhen Jinghan; otherwise, who knows when she might unknowingly be poisoned to death.

Of course, Zhao Guo'an was unaware of the little girl's thoughts. He got up from the ground, his legs still trembling, and chuckled, saying: "As you can see, in a critical moment, you've got to count on me. I'm not just bragging... Ah!"

"Bang!"

Zhao Guo'an fell to the ground again, a clear shoe print on his face, with a boot lying nearby.

Getting up once more, Zhao Guo'an looked at the familiar boot and angrily glared at Xiao Feng.

But Xiao Feng, not waiting for him to act, explained first: "Sorry, sorry, I used too much strength, and my shoe flew off."

"Do you believe that yourself?" Zhao Guo'an said angrily.

If it were regular low-cut shoes, maybe they'd fly off, but boots, really?

Zhao Guo'an felt utterly disregarded, and it greatly insulted his intelligence.

Yet seeing Xiao Feng running around with just one shoe for some reason brought an inexplicable urge to laugh.

"Pfft..."

Zhao Guo'an burst out laughing with the shoe print on his face, looking like a fool.

Lu Yao and the little girl exchanged a glance, finding his thought process baffling, then unanimously decided to help Su Yuzhuo.

The reason was simple, although Xiao Feng seemed to be on the losing side, his defensive maneuvers sufficed for self-preservation.

But Su Yuzhuo's situation was noticeably less optimistic.

Right now, Su Yuzhuo's face was as white as paper, the trail of blood at the corner of her mouth stark against her complexion. Her defensive moves were sluggish; if they didn't help alleviate her pressure, something major could go wrong.

Luckily, Fujiwara Keiaki couldn't see this, or he might have been overly excited, almost like having a heart attack.

"Old Sun, shine the flashlight on my mirror!"

From the start of the battle until now, Ninth Master, who had little presence, held the Eight Trigrams Mirror and tossed a strong flashlight to Sun Shijie.

Ninth Master's idea was simple; he had nearly been trapped in the treasure vault before because of his low presence. If he didn't seize this opportunity to boost his presence, there's a chance he might get killed without anyone noticing.

Moreover, if even Zhao Guo'an was pitching in to help, he couldn't just cheerlead from the sidelines.

"Click!"

Sun Shijie pressed the switch, directing a beam onto the Eight Trigrams Mirror in Ninth Master's hand.

Utilizing the refraction of light, Ninth Master adjusted the angle, shining it back and forth among the remaining four, especially targeting their eyes.

Unprepared, it turned out exceptionally effective, allowing Su Yuzhuo to seize the moment and slash one person's throat.

In an instant, the pressure decreased significantly, with a three-on-two scenario accompanied by Ninth Master's off-field interference. The outcome was nearly certain.

However, the remaining three seemed to understand that victory was impossible and went mad, launching suicide attacks.

Injuring for injuring, risking their lives!

Their momentum alone conveyed a sense of, "If I'm going down, I'm taking someone with me."

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