The sky was pitch black and terrifying, and the wind and rain were relentless.
As the black fighter jets circled, a dozen or so black dots of shells fell densely.
Chu Mingcheng and the others' pupils suddenly contracted. At that moment, a flash of light appeared in front of them, and Yun Mo's short figure appeared out of thin air.
With a flick of his small hand, an invisible force, like fine silk threads, firmly held back the falling shell.
With a flick of his fingers, the shell was suddenly launched into the darkness in the distance.
The explosion resounded loudly, and amidst the swirling flames, dark figures darted about to dodge.
After the explosion subsided, the footsteps that echoed in the darkness were so muffled they were almost suffocating.
When their figures emerged from the darkness, they startled everyone.
Yunmo noticed their presence early on, and the bombs were dropped at a very tricky angle, leaving many people unable to escape in time.
Some of the men in black at the front had their bodies blown apart, charred and emitting thick smoke, yet they still swayed forward, their bloodshot, empty eyes fixed on them, as if they felt no pain.
A glint flashed in Yunmo's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Be careful, they've been controlled, they're no different from killing machines."
In the darkness where wind and rain intertwined, men in black emerged from all directions, like a surging black tide, enveloping them completely.
The group, along with dozens of bodyguards, were like prey surrounded by a pack of wolves in the face of such a large group of men in black, and were in grave danger.
At that moment, another roar came from the sky, and a fleet of red fighter jets roared in through the wind and rain.
The moment the red fighter jets appeared, they were met with a barrage of artillery fire.
Amidst a deafening roar, intense artillery fire swept towards the black fighter jet and the men in black below.
In an instant, flames accompanied by thick black smoke shot into the sky.
The hard ground was smashed into smoking black craters, the towering hospital building looked like a piece of tofu, all the windows were shattered, horrifying cracks appeared on the walls, and rubble of varying sizes fell mercilessly.
Chu Mingcheng and the others protected Xiao Wujie and quickly dodged, while the black-clad men below were thrown into chaos by this sudden turn of events.
Suddenly, a rope fell from the sky, and a figure dressed in black jumped down the rope. After landing, the figure quickly gathered in front of Chu Mingcheng.
The unique "Shadow Blade" logo on the clothing gleamed and was clearly visible.
"Sister Wan! Brother Chu!" Yunmo exclaimed in surprise.
Chu Nanfeng landed and stepped forward, gently embracing Yunmo. Dressed in a flight suit, Chu Nanfeng was tall and slender, with a helmet tucked under his arm, exuding a heroic air.
He strode over to Chu Mingcheng, who was holding Xiao Wujie, his voice heavy with concern: "Dad, Mom, take Xiao Wujie and leave quickly."
“The group that’s coming is quite large, and there are some strange and troublesome things about them. Be careful, I’ll take some men to stop them.”
Bai Jingxuan said worriedly, "You must also be careful."
She then opened her umbrella and followed Chu Mingcheng away.
With a large number of elite Shadow Blades escorting them, and with Lu Zhufeng and Yun Mo leading the way, the group retreated very quickly.
Just as they were about to break through the encirclement, a sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out.
Several figures in black leaped out, lined up in a row, and firmly blocked everyone's path.
They stood there like an impenetrable wall, yet their bodies trembled slightly, surrounded by an eerie purple aura, and their gazes toward them were filled with malice.
Lu Zhufeng took the lead, his tall figure bursting out, his bare hands seemingly capable of tearing through the air.
To everyone's astonishment, his punch, which could have shattered the bones of an ordinary assassin, was blocked by the arms of a strange man in black surrounded by purple light and caught steadily.
Lu Zhufeng moved with lightning speed and ruthlessness, giving the man in black no chance to catch his breath, and kicked him in the abdomen.
The man in black dodged with lightning speed, but still couldn't completely dodge, and Lu Zhufeng's foot landed solidly on his waist.
His ferocious figure rolled several meters on the ground before finally regaining its footing.
Before Lu Zhufeng could make another move, the four men in black surrounded him from all sides and suddenly pounced on him, trapping him firmly in the small area they formed.
At the same time, Yunmo and Chuwan moved simultaneously, putting distance between themselves and Chu Mingcheng, because two men in black had their eyes fixed on them and were already pouncing towards them.
Xiao Wujie narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with a chilling light.
Each of the men in black before them was an S-class assassin, and they were also controlled by Aisie Hall and enhanced by supernatural abilities, making them extremely difficult to deal with.
The real danger is that there were a total of eight such men in black.
Even though Lu Zhufeng, a god descended to earth, defeated four opponents at once, and Yun Mochu and Wan each dealt with one person, there were still two people free.
S-class assassins are not scary in the eyes of people like him and Lu Zhufeng, but for ordinary people, they are the ceiling of combat power.
The mercenaries protecting them were all elites handpicked by Shadow Blade, but even so, they were completely overwhelmed in a single encounter when facing two S-class assassins with special abilities.
The bullets fired from their guns were either skillfully dodged by the assassins or dissolved by the purple light emanating from them.
Their skills were already excellent, but in the eyes of the highly sought-after S-class assassins, they were as flawed as an old man playing with children.
With a cold face and imposing aura, Chu Mingcheng carefully put Xiao Wujie down and said in a stern voice, "Xiao Jing, you watch over Wujie, I'll go."
With that, he ripped off his suit jacket, picked up a long knife from the ground, and charged straight at the two S-class assassins.
Xiao Wujie stared at his tall back, his fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and a subtle struggle flickered in the deep, dark depths of his eyes.
Bai Jingxuan held his arm and held an umbrella for him; the two were trapped in the middle of the crowd, unable to move forward or backward.
The howling night wind carried a thick, damp chill, and Xiao Wujie's pale, bony hand pressed against his throbbing abdomen in pain.
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