There were many in those defending the rear who had not drawn any of the Water Spirit’s lots, yet He Lingchuan knew that tonight they were doomed to die.

Would it not then be better for them to simply focus on escaping as well?

He exhaled slowly, then called out to Zeng Feixiong as the latter hurried past once more, “Keep your eyes on the front. I’ll cover the rear.”

Drenched in sweat, Zeng Feixiong froze mid-step. “Young Master?” You? Can you handle it?

They had fought side by side in the desert, but rear-guard duty was a specialist’s task. Should it not be left to those with experience? Then again, in this sudden crisis, he could think of no one else more suitable.

“Don’t worry.” He Lingchuan could have kept hiding in the column, letting others bleed and sweat for his sake. But he remembered...