Fei Er understood Lu Yan's intention of getting his sword ready. The atmosphere is too calm.
"Brother, where are they?" he asked.
Lu Yan was about to grab Fei Er's hand to run out from behind the wall of the building when suddenly a strong wind came from the other side and pushed the two of them in the middle of the road.
"Whusshh!"
Lu Yan and Fei Er defended with all their might, pushed far enough into the middle of an open road that was vulnerable to the attacks. The wind that brought dust flew up to cover their line of sight. But Lu Yan and Fei Er knew that those people were already around them, and when the sight is clear, those people were now surrounding the two of them from four directions. Fei Er drew his sword. His wrists were trembling from the injuries he had sustained, but that didn't dampen his spirits.