Lin Jin watched the giant hands tearing the sky apart, eyes wide with fury.
"Don't worry about me, go and close the breach! Those two Tier Five are coming in!"
Yu Yao didn't even raise an eyelid, squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth.
"It's too late."
Blood tears flowed from the corners of Lin Jin's eyes, he lifted his damaged hand, clawing at the sky, his profound regret and unwillingness almost palpable.
"I'm still... too far behind."
"Need a substitute?"
Suddenly, he felt a hand grasp his, and a pair of seemingly amused eyes blocked the sky-covering giant hand and the shattering Eternal Night before him.
Just like the night five years ago when they charged towards the Steel Council.
'Like wolf eyes in a snowy night, icy and clear.'
"Of course!"
Lin Jin laughed heartily and clasped the hand.
The two men exchanged laughter.
Next to them, Yu Yao exerted all his strength, his handsome face almost twisted.
He cursed word by word.
