At that moment, a whistle sounded from the direction of the giant stone, and Jiang Yichun, accompanied by guards who seemed like heavenly soldiers, leapt across from the giant stone with the fire partially extinguished, running towards them.
Bai Ruozhu looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears that she couldn't hold back anymore, spilling down her cheeks. She herself didn't notice, still trying to offer him a smile that was somewhere between crying and laughing.
Jiang Yichun's heart clenched suddenly. He hadn't protected her after all; he had been too careless. He hadn't expected that the enemy would prepare such a giant stone and even tamper with it, dousing it in an ample amount of kerosene.
The whistle was the assassin's signal; the killers had lost their advantage and were now retreating in defeat. But having been poisoned, their speed was reduced; many were killed or injured, and some were captured, only to immediately take poison and commit suicide.