Gunsmoke filled the sky, obscuring Wen Yu's view. But deep down, he knew—that attack was actually aimed at him!
Then, Old Tang had forcefully pushed him out of the attack's range!
Of course, Wen Yu wasn't worried about Tang Haofei's safety. Judging by the attack's strength, Wen Yu roughly estimated it was equivalent to a casual blow from the Laughing Monk. Such a hit might cause some minor injuries to an unprepared Wen Yu, but it would be no more than a tickle to Tang Haofei.
Sure enough, Tang Haofei's grumbling voice echoed through the haze of gunsmoke again.
"Considering I took a hit for you, can't you tell me what on earth you did?"
Palpitation and Mad Medley slowly materialized in Wen Yu's hand. Sensing the increasingly strong energy signatures approaching from afar, Wen Yu directly summoned his three soul pets.
As the life form that had launched the attack drew closer, Wen Yu actually relaxed—only one was approaching.
No, to be precise, it was just a Demon Fiend.
