Han Yu leapt forward, eyes darting between the shifting blades, planning each step with instinctive precision. But just then, the Communication Jade Slip at his waist buzzed with a sudden, insistent hum.
Han Yu's face froze. "Damn it, not now!" he hissed, ducking low as a blade passed so close to his scalp that a few strands of hair drifted free.
He twisted, using the hilt of his halberd to deflect another chain that swung at chest level.
The jade slip pulsed again, demanding his attention. Gritting his teeth, Han Yu skidded into the small alcove formed by a cracked wall tile. It wasn't safe for long, but it gave him a moment to check the message.
Meng Jueyan's voice spilled into his mind, sounding hurried. "We've made it. The Mist Eye Sect has finally reached the crossing point. The hidden corridor is open. We'll be moving through soon."
