The two of them fought desperately but were quickly overwhelmed, blood splattering everywhere.

The assassins showed no desire to linger in battle. One dealt with Gregory and his sons, while the remaining three pressed their attack on Aurora, targeting her chest with their blades.

In a panic, Aurora threw down her sword and pulled Barrett in front of her, using him as a shield.

"No!" Rebecca and Viola both screamed in shock at the sight.

Never in Barrett's wildest dreams would he imagine that Aurora would do such a thing. He was injured, and Aurora held him tightly. As a result, he couldn't swing his sword in defense. He could only watch helplessly as the three assassins advanced, their swords poised to plunge into his heart.

Everyone's blood ran cold, but no one could do anything. Rebecca couldn't even bear to watch, terrified of seeing her son die at the hands of the assassins.

In the nick of time, a red spear flew through the air, expertly knocking aside the three swords. The impact caused the assassins to recoil in pain and urgently step back.

A figure landed gracefully, quickly retrieving the spear and immediately engaging the assassins. With swift and precise moves, she forced the attackers back without hesitation.

The assassins were forced to retreat continuously. The formidable sword techniques they had used earlier were rendered ineffective under the pressure of her spear. Within ten moves, the assassins' swords were all on the ground.

Within twenty moves, all the assassins lay defeated. Their tendons had been severed, their inner force depleted. They collapsed, unable to even lift their swords. The summer night breeze tousled her slightly disheveled hair. Under the light from the corridor, she slowly lifted her face, and everyone finally recognized her. Viola was trembling in fear as she uttered the name.

"Carissa?"

and a pair of embroidered cloth shoes. Her sleeves were wide, and the long dress accentuated her

not dissipated. Her clothes were stained with the blood of

everyone stood stunned, Gregory quickly stepped forward and ordered, "Tie them up and hand them over to

to support Barrett, whose face

in wounds, mostly superficial, but the pain seemed to penetrate

had thought he would die when Aurora used him as a shield against the assassins'

was closing

of excitement and pain. After such a close brush with death, his

his bleeding

you get here? You still care about my family's safety, don't you? You still care about me,

as she watched the members of Gregory's family bind the

to him. "I am the deputy commander of the Mystic Army. Isn't it logical for

reddened eyes. "You care about me!

rolled her eyes

addressed Gregory respectfully, "Mr.

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