Du Yu didn't care about those things; there were still pursuers behind him, with the faint sound of arrows whizzing by.
He scooped up Li Mengnan and hurried forward, holding the Silver Bow to his left: "Blow!"
Little You Ying had one advantage, it could be held in hand or fly on its own!
Before reaching the intersection, Little You Ying had already spat out a Wind-Fire Pillar, accompanying its master and escorting Du Yu through the crossroad.
"Blow backward, Ghost Firefly!"
"Du, Du Yu..." Ahead, Li Mengnan's dazed voice came through.
"Can you run?" Du Yu quickly asked.
"I can...Ah!" Li Mengnan cried out in pain, just as she condensed her Demon Breath Battle Robe, an arrow from behind struck her solidly on the left buttock.
"Little Wind Blow! Tornado! Block them! Kill, kill, kill!" Li Mengnan, now fully awake and embarrassed with rage, clutched her backside, struggling to free herself from Du Yu's hold.
