"BROTHER ZHANG!!!"
Qiao Wei leaped into the sky and caught Zhang Fengxi in the air.
They narrowly escaped the three-headed lions' sharp claws.
The impact of the shove sent them both tumbling against a rocky wall. Qiao Wei suppressed a groan and quickly dragged Zhang Fengxi to safety.
"Brother Zhang? Brother Zhang, what happened to you???"
Blinded by the pain, Zhang Fengxi needed time to orient himself. Qiao Wei clicked with his tongue when the three-headed lion launched at them.
He dragged Zhang Fengxi to his feet and flew with him to the other side.
"I am okay," Zhang Fengxi murmured.
He pressed a hand against half of his face, as if trying to prevent his head from splitting into two.
He knew what was happening.
It was his barrier.
Someone was attacking the barrier he laid around the mausoleum.
"Please stand back, Qiao Wei."
