I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2351 - 1492: Guanyin, Save Me! (Part 3)

"Sacrifice is their mission, what Jiang Sang needs to do is make their sacrifice worthwhile."

Fujiwara Reiki’s voice was swift, her gaze constantly fixed on the enemy’s movements.

Was it cold-blooded?

Perhaps.

But given the circumstances, rationality seemed a more fitting description.

Parting and death are inevitable paths everyone must traverse.

It’s merely the frequency that differs.

For some fortunate individuals, the instances of witnessing parting and death are countable throughout their lives, while for others, it's simply a normal occurrence.

Perhaps due to Fujiwara Reiki’s reminder, Jiang Chen maintained his composure. After observing the Purple Shirt Dragon King fall, he withdrew his gaze and directed it towards the entrance.

Silhouettes crowded the front, severely obstructing vision and casting a heavy shadow upon one’s heart.

"Do you believe we can break through?"

"Isn’t Jiang Sang known for being an optimist?"

Jiang Chen was indeed an optimist, but optimism wasn't delusion; it didn't blindly disregard the line between fantasy and reality.

The door was less than twenty meters away. A hundred-meter sprint would normally take mere seconds, yet now it felt impossibly distant.

"How much time has passed?"

Jiang Chen suddenly inquired.

"What are you referring to?"

Fujiwara Reiki couldn’t quite grasp his meaning.

"From when I entered until now, how long has it been?"

"Twenty minutes?"

Only twenty minutes had elapsed?

Einstein’s theory of relativity truly wasn't wrong.

Every second seemed to stretch into an eternity.

"Miss, allow me to escort you out first."

Sakura returned to Fujiwara Reiki’s side. The prodigy from the Japanese Ninja World appeared quite disheveled. It wasn't just her clothing, which bore several tears; although no visible wounds were apparent, her rapidly depleting stamina was palpable.

Evidently.

She comprehended the gravity of the situation and no longer harbored hopes of breaking through together, now focusing on ensuring Fujiwara Reiki’s escape.

"If Jiang Sang doesn’t leave, then neither will I."

Fujiwara Reiki’s gaze was resolute, her expression genuinely moving, even if it were mere pretense.

"If we must leave, we leave together."

Even Sakura recognized the severity of their predicament, but Jiang Chen seemed oblivious. Since they intended to leave together, the logical course of action would be to fight the enemy with all their might.

However, he did not do that.

Instead, he performed an action that no one, not even the enemy, could have possibly anticipated.

"Wei Hong, save me!"

He suddenly cried out, and the chaotic scene ground to an abrupt halt.

All eyes, including those of the three staggering Dharma Kings, turned in unison.

Wei Hong, save me?

Fujiwara Reiki blinked involuntarily.

Who exactly was Wei Hong?

"Wei Hong, save me!"

Disregarding the reactions of others, Jiang Chen continued to shout louder, as if he had lost his mind.

Only the silent night offered him an answer.

"Silence him."

Such a clandestine operation couldn't tolerate any shouting.

The foreign assailants snapped back to reality.

Fujiwara Reiki also regained her senses, exhaling deeply, her expression grave. "Jiang Sang, stop shouting; they are coming to deal with you now."

The desperate Jiang Chen ignored the warning. After a moment of no response, he abruptly shifted his plea, employing all his remaining strength.

"Guanyin, save me!"

"Swish—"

The foreigners simultaneously turned their heads, witnessing a wooden sword hurtling in from outside, moving with the speed of lightning and the force of thunder!

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Individuals were sent flying, colliding with each other, strung together like candied hawthorns.

Sakura suddenly looked towards the entrance, her face etched with shock, displaying such intense emotion for the very first time.

Fujiwara Reiki also gazed in the same direction, her mouth forming a cute, open O.

Only Jiang Chen bent over, supporting his knees, as if all pressure had been lifted, panting heavily.