"Captain Wu, what do you mean by this? Let us through quickly!"
"If anything happens to the Seventh Prince, it won't just be us; you'll also be held responsible!"
Chen Xuanming and Wu Yuanshan, along with four Guardians, were surrounded by Wu Zhenyue and others, prevented from approaching the front.
The earth-shattering roar from afar left them anxious.
The scar on Wu Yuanshan's face twisted intensely, and he stepped forward: "The border army defends against the Demon Race; we protect the Prince! Step aside! Or don't blame the sword for not discerning friends from foes!"
Wu Zhenyue's gaze was steady as he raised his hand to signal his men to stay calm.
"The Seventh Prince is afflicted by an evil force, and Master Zhou is attempting to save him. Going there now won't help and will only cost you your lives."
"Absurd!" Chen Xuanming shouted, "Zhou Qing previously attacked all of us. He intends to harm the Seventh Prince; what saving are you talking about?!"
