The assassins' relentless onslaught targeted Shao Yunduan. Despite Ah-Ye and his brother's valiant efforts, they couldn't hold them off indefinitely.
While the brothers could withstand the assault for a time, facing eight assailants proved overwhelmingly challenging.
Qiao Xuan's expression darkened as she grasped Shao Yunduan's sleeve, her voice barely a whisper, "Husband, let's take refuge in the water."
Seeking sanctuary in the pond would alleviate some of the pressure on Ah-Ye and the others. Furthermore, it would provide an opportunity for additional assistance to join the fray.
Songshi, clutching a thick bamboo pole, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Lord. It's our best chance."
"Then let's make our move." Shao Yunduan wasted no time, disregarding the pond's chill. They plunged into the water, navigating the depths with difficulty.
Bracing himself at the rear, Songshi wielded the bamboo pole defensively, his complexion drained of color.
