If we delay it any longer, our lives may be in danger.
Jin Bianran no longer thought about it, and directly drew a stroke in the void with his pen, and then controlled the ink ribbon to fly towards Fu Xiyan.
It wrapped around Fu Xiyan's waist, and then pulled him forcefully in his direction.
Broken?
Seeing this scene, Jin Ran suddenly widened his eyes and looked in the direction of Fu Xiyan. Then, he discovered that the belt he had drawn was discovered by an ancient warrior from the other side and cut off directly.
Jin Ran's eyes narrowed, he picked up his pen again, drew more than a dozen straps in the air, wrapped them around Fu Xiyan's waist, and then pulled Fu Xiyan towards him again.
But, it failed.
This time, the strap did not break immediately, but Fu Xiyan was trapped by the strength of several ancient warriors, and he could not pull it away with his own strength.
Jin Bianran gritted his teeth, mobilized his strength, and tried to pull the strap again, but it still didn't work.
Moreover, more than a dozen straps are being cut off one by one, and soon, they will all be cut off.
Fu Xiyan was being led away from the city gate by a group of people.
The things he drew had a limited reach. Once they were far away and no longer within the reach of the paintings, there was really no way to drag Fu Xiyan up.
Jin Ran felt panicked and looked around, trying to find other people for help, but found that they were also rescuing people.
Jin Bianran became more and more panicked. At this moment, he didn't know what to do.
Seeing that only the last three straps were left, Jin Ranran had no choice but to pull on the straps and wave the pen in his hand again.
This time, Jin Bianran drew up a defensive formation and attack moves. Since he couldn't pull him away, he first stopped the opponent from taking Fu Xiyan away from the city wall.
Jin Bianran drew several defensive shields and attack moves in succession, but they were all easily broken by the opponent.
Moreover, there is only one strap left around Fu Xiyan's waist. If it is, Fu Xiyan can no longer be pulled up, and Fu Xiyan's position will be moved beyond the reach of his paintings.
At that time, we can only go out of the city to save people.
Jin Bianran gritted his teeth and tried to drag Fu Xiyan back again.
But it was no use, even the last strap was broken.
Jin Bianran quickly painted again, and before he could finish painting, Fu Xiyan was led away from the city gate.
Seeing that it was almost out of range, Jin Gorran could only speed up.
Just when Fu Xiyan was about to exceed the area covered by the fifth-level painter's paintings, several ribbons flew towards Fu Xiyan.
Seeing this, Jin Ran was stunned for a moment.
"Big Brother (Brother Jin)."
Two familiar voices sounded in his ears, and Jin Shiran suddenly turned his head to look, and saw two familiar faces, Jin Shilu and Fu Wangchen.
"Alu, Xiaochen?"
Fu Wanchen raised his eyebrows at him, and then said, "Don't just stand there, help me."
Hearing this, Jin Ranran immediately waved the pen in his hand, drew a few strips, and moved towards Fu Xiyan.
Then, the three of them worked together and finally snatched Fu Xiyan back from Angel's men.
Before Angel's men caught up with Fu Xiyan, they dragged him into the formation. Then, the three of them threw Fu Xiyan towards Yun Sen in a tacit understanding. Jin Yanran said, "Yunsen, save him."
After receiving the response, Jin Bianran continued his rescue work.
While continuing to save people, he didn't forget to ask the two of them, "Why are you two here?"
"My cousin figured something big was going to happen here, so she came here." Fu Wanchen said, waving the pen in his hand.
Jin Shilu didn't say a word, but silently waved his hand to save people.
Jin Ran nodded in understanding.
Seeing that there were many ancient warriors on Angel's side who couldn't see through their cultivation, Fu Wanchen was a little irritable, "Why are there suddenly so many people from Anegl, and their cultivation is still so high?"
