The man in the suit raised his hand, a faint purple lightning flashing in his palm.

Lu Beiye's sky full of golden threads, Chi Yanzhou's lightning, Wen Qing's bullets...

All attacks silently dissolve upon contact with that seemingly thin layer of purple electric arc.

The man in the suit looked past their futile struggles and landed on Chi Yanzhou.

"You're always the one jumping the most. Now that you've almost completely destroyed my 'toys'..."

He paused for a moment: "Then, you will replace them and become my new 'toys'. Although they are a bit rough, with some repairs... they will be barely acceptable."

Before the words were even finished, a sudden change occurred!

The air beside him twisted very slightly!

A figure appeared out of thin air—it was Lu Nange!

She leaped directly out of the space, appearing and attacking almost simultaneously!

With a silenced pistol in his right hand and a specially made high-explosive crossbow bolt in his left, the muzzle and arrowhead were locked onto the man in the suit's temple and back!

puff!

call out--!

The barely audible gunshots and the sound of crossbow bolts piercing the air almost overlapped!

The man in the suit seemed to have caught the extremely subtle energy fluctuations and the feeling of the air being torn apart.

The head tilted almost imperceptibly to the side and back, while the body rotated to the side at the same time!

Whoosh! The bullet grazed his temple!

*Snap!* Just as the crossbow bolt was about to strike his back clothing, it seemed to hit an invisible iron wall and exploded in mid-air!

At the same time, he raised his left hand and gripped it in mid-air, just like the bullet that had grazed him!

The bullet hovered in mid-air, then he lifted it slightly with his fingertips, and with a "clink," it fell down along with the crossbow fragments.

"Nan Nan"

"sister!"

"Little sister!"

"Miss Lu!"

Below, Lu Beiye, Chi Yanzhou, Wen Qing, and the others, whose hearts were still pounding from the shock of their recent ordeal, cried out in unison, a mixture of joy and worry...

Lu Nange missed her first attack and did not linger in the fight.

As soon as he activated his wind-based ability, he retreated rapidly, creating distance. In the instant he did so, the crossbow bolt in his left hand disappeared, and he swiftly waved his hand—whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Several semi-transparent wind blades slashed towards the man in the suit's face, not to kill, but to disrupt his vision and throw off his rhythm!

At the same time, flashes of light appeared repeatedly from the muzzle of the gun in his right hand!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three more shots!

Between the eyebrows, throat, and chest!

The man in the suit made several extremely short, rapid movements; the wind blades grazed past him, and all the bullets missed their mark...

Only after retreating more than twenty meters away did Lu Nange catch her breath. She turned around and gave a bright, dazzling smile to her companions and family members below who were staring at her with red eyes, and waved.

"Hey, everyone... what are you crying for? You're alive and well, don't worry, our feast is just around the corner!"

This lighthearted tone instantly dispelled the heavy atmosphere of despair.

Gu Wan chuckled, nodding vigorously, her voice still choked with emotion: "Exactly, our family's mat won't be ready for another hundred or two decades. There's just too much dust in my eyes!"

Luo Xingyou wiped her face and laughed in agreement, "This dust is really choking."

Seeing the light return to her companions' eyes, Lu Nange felt a little more at ease.

But only she knew how dangerous it had been. If she hadn't hidden in the space, she probably wouldn't even be left with ashes.