Facing the encirclement of eight Demon Clan and Barbarian Demon Realm Generals, Meng Yu and Little Zi stood back to back, warily watching the group. Upon the order of the leading Barbarian Demon Realm General, two Demon Clan Generals rushed directly at Little Zi, while three other Barbarian Demon Realm Generals pounced towards Meng Yu. The remaining individuals provided support from the side, since their goal was to capture Little Zi alive, ensuring nothing went wrong. They were also wary of Meng Yu's desperation, fearing he might drag someone down with him to death, and no one wanted to be that unlucky one.
"Little Zi, let's fight them to the death." Meng Yu drew out a broad serrated blade, infusing it with True Yuan, and the blade's wind was fierce and domineering.
"Yes, Brother Meng Yu, even if I die, I want to be with you." Little Zi's delicate brows furrowed, and the treasure sword in her hand gleamed coldly, unleashing swordsmanship that cut out sharp sword lights.
