"Sacrifice is their mission, what Jiang Sang needs to do is make their sacrifice worthwhile."

Fujiwara Reiki’s voice was swift, focused on the enemy’s movements at all times.

Is it cold-blooded?

Perhaps.

But given the circumstances, rationality seems to be a more fitting description.

Parting and death are inevitable paths everyone must traverse.

It’s just the frequency that differs.

For some lucky individuals, the number of times they witness parting and death in a lifetime is countable, but for others, it’s normal.

Perhaps due to Fujiwara Reiki’s reminder, Jiang Chen didn’t lose his composure, and after witnessing the Purple Shirt Dragon King falling, he withdrew his gaze and looked toward the door.

Silhouettes crowded the front, severely impacting vision and casting a thick shadow over one’s heart.

"Do you think we can break through?"

"Isn’t Jiang Sang an optimist?"

Jiang Chen is indeed an optimist, but optimism is not delusion; it doesn’t blindly disregard the distinction between fantasy and reality.

The door is less than twenty meters away; a hundred-meter sprint would take just a few seconds, yet now it seems unreachable.

"How long has it been?"

Jiang Chen suddenly asked.

"What?"

Fujiwara Reiki couldn’t comprehend.

"Since I came in until now, how long has it been?"

"Twenty minutes?"

Only twenty minutes?

Einstein’s theory of relativity really isn’t wrong.

Every second has become so prolonged.

"Miss, let me escort you out first."

Sakura returned to Fujiwara Reiki’s side. This genius of the Japanese Ninja World appeared quite disheveled at the moment. It wasn’t just the clothing; her attire indeed had multiple tears, and although no visible wounds could be seen, her rapidly declining stamina was palpable.

Obviously.

She realized something and no longer harbored hopes of breaking through together, hoping to send Fujiwara Reiki out.

"If Jiang Sang doesn’t leave, neither will I."

Fujiwara Reiki’s gaze was firm, their expression genuinely moving even if it were mere acting.

"If we leave, we leave together."

Even Sakura realized the severity of reality, but Jiang Chen seemed oblivious. Since he wanted to leave together, it only made sense to fight the enemy desperately.

But he didn’t do that.

Instead, he made a move that no one, including the enemy, could have anticipated.

"Wei Hong, save me!"

He suddenly called out loud, and the frenzied scene came to a halt.

Including the three wobbly Dharma Kings, all pairs of eyes turned in unison.

Wei Hong, save me?

Fujiwara Reiki involuntarily blinked.

Who is Wei Hong?

"Wei Hong, save me!"

Regardless of others’ reactions, Jiang Chen continued to shout louder, as if losing his mind.

Just the silent night answered him.

"Shut him up."

Robbery suited only for secrecy couldn’t allow for yelling.

The foreigners snapped back to reality.

Fujiwara Reiki also came to her senses, exhaling deeply, her face serious, "Jiang Sang, don’t shout anymore; they’re coming to deal with you."

The desperate Jiang Chen ignored the warning. He realized there was no response after a while and suddenly switched to a different plea, using all his strength.

"Guanyin, save me!"

"Swish—"

The foreigners turned their heads simultaneously to see a wooden sword flying in from outside, faster than lightning and as forceful as thunder!

"Bang, bang, bang..."

People collided and flew together, strung along like candied hawthorn.

Sakura suddenly looked towards the door, her face full of shock, revealing such intense emotion for the first time.

Fujiwara Reiki also gazed in the same direction, her mouth cutely agape.

Only Jiang Chen bent over, supporting his knees, as if all pressure had been lifted, panting continuously.