The situation reversed somewhat as Hui Ming found an opening, protecting several civilians as they broke out of the encirclement.
Alhatu and his guards were in a more desperate situation. Amidst the onslaught of the assassins in black, only a few men remained by his side. Even Batu, his most trusted man, was riddled with injuries.
"Rescue them." Lin Ziyin commanded calmly.
"Master, it's better not to meddle in this." Qiaoqiao was noticeably anxious. It wasn't that she was indifferent to their plight, but the situation was a mess. There were presently no men in black attacking them, so they were relatively safe. Getting involved in the fight could risk Ziyin getting injured, especially given that they were also short-handed.
"Save them." Ziyin repeated his order coldly, unsheathing his sword and charging forward first.
With their master leading the charge, the rest, despite their reluctance, had no choice but to follow.