"Xiaoran is right, Song Yun, you need to leave, now." Lang Gu glanced at Xiaoran, a look of tender affection flashing across his face, then said in a deep voice, "Song Yun, take Xiaoran with you as well. Hurry, or the Spirit Judge will be back."
The others also looked at Song Yun with grim expressions, all thinking he had no way to handle the Spirit Judge.
Song Yun was unmoved and said in a low voice, "All of you listen to me. Get into the tribe and hide, or it'll only lead to pointless casualties."
Lang Gu frowned and shook his head. "Song Yun, there's no way you can defeat the Spirit Judge."
"Who said I'm trying to defeat him?"
Song Yun's lips curled into a faint smile, then his expression hardened as he addressed everyone: "Move! If you don't fall back now, it'll be too late. Do you all have a death wish?"
"Go, fall back into the tribe."
