Hearing this death-defying declaration, Lai Zhuge was momentarily stunned, but then he nodded. He did not address the members of the Guardian Institute, as they belonged to a different organization. Reaching out, he patted Master Li's shoulder and took out his phone. "Let's hope we can hold out until Master Qin arrives!"
Gazing toward Jinling, Lai Zhuge pressed Qin Fan's number with a solemn expression. However, a recorded message played from the phone: "The number you have dialed is unavailable."
Is this the will of heaven?
The phone slipped from his trembling hand. Lai Zhuge did not pick it up to dial a second time. Instead, he stared bitterly at the pitch-black night sky and muttered to himself before clenching his jaw tightly. Facing the Jiao Dragon that reared up from the river's surface, he let out a furious roar, "Fight!"
With that, he flung the Evil Spirit Zen Staff forward and leaped from the ground, landing steadily upon it.
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
