C445 The Strong Prey on the Weak

Gu Zhuohua gritted his teeth, determined to hold on. He watched as Ahu below was nearly buried up to his waist the moment he jumped. Without hesitation, Gu Zhuohua swooped down on his flying sword and pulled him up.

"Sir! I can still run! Don't worry about me!" Ahu, usually carefree, now understood the gravity of the situation