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"Wait for me, we'll catch up later."

Chu Ziyu suddenly jumped up!

His figure flashed in the flames of the explosion. Lin Ci'an felt the chain in his hand lighten, and the next second, all the lights on the street suddenly went out.

&34;Xiao An, don't move~&34;

Chu Ziyu's voice echoed left and right in the darkness, with a creepy pleasure.

"Let me show you a magic trick..."

The first helicopter suddenly shook violently.

Inside the cockpit, the pilot discovered with horror that the console was melting—no, it was being gnawed at by some corrosive spirit! Dark golden mist poured in from the ventilation ducts, twisting and deforming the metal wherever it passed.

&34;Ah——!!&34;

The scream stopped as soon as it started.

Lin Ci'an saw a black shadow leap out lightly from the wreckage of the crashed helicopter, and Chu Ziyu's golden left eye was as bright as a ghost fire in the night.

He held half of the broken chain in his right hand.

"The first one."

Chu Ziyu licked his cracked lips and ran straight to the second plane.

The black cat spirit's fur stood on end at Lin Ci'an's feet.

This wasn't a fight at all; it was a one-sided massacre! Every move Chu Ziyu made was carried out with chilling precision.

When the second sentry raised his gun and aimed, his silver wolf spirit suddenly split into dozens of phantoms, which pounced on the target from different angles.

&34;Ugh!&34;

The sentry's spirit body was torn in half.

Chu Ziyu stepped on the opponent's chest and jumped up, and the chain wrapped around the landing gear of the third helicopter like a poisonous snake.

The moment the fuselage was tilted by him, he used the force to swing to the front of the cockpit, and his golden pupils stared at the terrified pilot through the glass.

"Good night."

He mouthed a word and pressed his fingers against the bulletproof glass.

Amidst the teeth-grinding sound, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the surface of the glass.

It wasn't shattered, but crystallized from the inside. The pilot frantically pulled the trigger, but all the bullets passed through Chu Ziyu's body - it was just a spiritual illusion!

The real Chu Ziyu appeared on top of the cabin, holding the propeller blades with both hands.

"Boss! Don't get carried away, wake up."

6872 screamed, "Your hands will—"

6872 screamed, and Chu Ziyu subconsciously withdrew his hand, but was still swept by the strong wind.

In just a moment, everything was bloody and mangled, but Lin Ci'an only saw the other person's smile getting brighter.

Dark golden mental power was injected into the machine through the wound, and the entire helicopter suddenly exploded into a fireball in mid-air like a can flattened by an invisible big hand.

Lin Ci'an's breathing stopped.

This isn't the Sentinel's ability... this is... mental pollution!

In the last moments of his previous life, Chu Ziyu used this trick to destroy his spiritual picture!

"what happened?"

The surviving pursuers began to flee.

Chu Ziyu did not pursue, but stood in the middle of the burning wreckage, tilting his head to look at his right hand with its bones exposed.

&34;Oops... I went too far...&34;

He mumbled childishly, and his golden pupils began to flicker.

Lin Ci'an suddenly rushed into the fire scene.

The black cat spirit angrily tore apart the metal fragments blocking the road. He grabbed Chu Ziyu by the collar and said, "Are you fucking crazy?!"

"Xiao An is worried about me?"

Chu Ziyu's left eye gradually returned to its silver-gray color, but his voice remained in the tone of his secondary personality, "So cute..."

"But I really want to kill you."

"Whoever disturbs us deserves death."

Lin Ci'an was caught off guard and had his neck grabbed. The physical strength of the sentinels and guides was magnified infinitely at this moment. Even Chu Ziyu, who was seriously injured, was unable to pry his hand away from Lin Ci'an.

Lin Ci'an felt suffocated like a tide.

"Chu... Ziyu...?"

His voice was caught in a broken breath, and his fingertips instinctively clasped the other person's bloody wrist, but only left a layer of sticky blood - that was the blood oozing from the other person's wound, which was now winding down through his fingers, leaving a shocking red mark on the pale back of the hand.

His larynx cracked under the strain, and lack of oxygen caused snowflake-like noise to appear at the edge of his vision.

This was not the first time that Chu Ziyu had grabbed his throat, but it was the first time that he had seen such naked murderous intent in the other's eyes.

The fingertips even caressed his Adam's apple in an ambiguous manner, as if enjoying the trembling of his pulse.

(how come……)

Lin Ci'an's vision was blurred and his consciousness was teetering on the edge of suffocation.

But just before he was about to fall into darkness, Chu Ziyu's hand that was pinching his neck suddenly trembled violently.

The hand tightened for a moment, its knuckles digging fiercely into the flesh, and then suddenly loosened a little, as if being pulled by some invisible force.

Chu Ziyu's pupils kept changing, veins on his neck bulged, and a low, almost tearing roar came from his throat.

"Kill...him..."

"cannot……"

Lin Ci'an seized this fleeting opportunity, endured the dizziness caused by suffocation, and touched the tactical bag on his waist with trembling fingers.

His fingertips were already cold, but he still accurately drew out the sedative that he had prepared in advance - the transparent medicine glowed coldly in the moonlight, and a cold light flashed on the tip of the needle.

Without any hesitation, he suddenly raised his hand and stabbed the needle into the side of Chu Ziyu's neck!

"Well--!"

Chu Ziyu's muscles tensed instantly, and his pupils constricted. Lin Ci'an used his thumb to push the entire potion in.

The cold liquid quickly spread along the blood vessels, and Chu Ziyu's hands that were pinching his neck finally began to lose strength, and his knuckles loosened one by one.

Lin Ci'an staggered back, holding onto the wall and coughing violently, with a bloody taste in his throat.

He looked up and saw that Chu Ziyu's eyes gradually became dull, his tall body shook, and he fell to his knees with a bang.

"Lin...Ci'an..."

In the last ray of clarity, Chu Ziyu raised his eyes with difficulty, and said in a low and broken voice, "...Go quickly..."

Lin Ci'an subconsciously caught him, and his palm was immediately soaked with blood.

It was not until then that he discovered that half of a propeller fragment was stuck in Chu Ziyu's back, and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

"Damn it..."

Lin Ci'an's voice trembled.

The black cat spirit suddenly let out a whine.