Yang Fei stood thirty feet away, drenched in cold sweat: "Grab the rope!"
Qin Xianfei desperately reached up, finally grasping the end of the broken safety rope.
She spun in the air, her whole body covered in cold sweat.
Qin Xianfei looked down; the assassin who had fallen earlier was smeared with blood and gore, his skull shattered.
The assassin's grim expression, though blurred, was still faintly discernible, making Qin Xianfei's legs go weak.
At this moment, three or four assassins had already surrounded Yang Fei, who was suspended in mid-air.
These guys knew Yang Fei was invincible in close combat, so they surrounded him from a distance, ready to pull the trigger on their crossbows.
Qin Xianfei was so anxious that her heart nearly jumped out of her chest, she shouted loudly: "Jump over!"
Yang Fei laughed heartily, the Extreme Tiger within him spun, and his body swung towards Qin Xianfei.
