"I gave you time to save them both. Didn't I?" Aurelian said and neared An Lang. "This one is already dead. If I were you, I would rather chase after the girl when I'm set free."
The invisible wall collapsed and caused Leon to fall face flat on the ground. He pushed himself up quickly then dashed toward Aurelian again.
"Seriously?" Aurelian's face went pale for a second before sidestepping, making Leon run past him and smack into the Syrs.
Leon sliced off the Syrs holding An Lang's arms and drove him aside, but An Lang collapsed on the ground and began gushing blood unstoppably.
"Leon," he called out but the voice was too thin for Leon to hear.
At An Lang's front, Leon stood there, holding Wu Ze's sword with both hands, pointing the blade at the Syrs that tried to near it, while exhaling sharply.
"Don't dare come close." He screamed and when some of the Syrs laughed and neared, Leon sliced their hands off before they could even lay a hand on him.
