From earlier, Andrew had already sensed that this martial emperor was at least at the third stage, far stronger than Wilder, who had only reached the first. The difference in power was massive, and right now, Andrew was not even close to being a match. He was still wounded, and it had only been a day since his fight with Wilder, so forcing another battle now would be pointless.

While suspended midair, Andrew struck out several times in quick succession before deciding that retreat was the best strategy. However, every time he tried to land on the riverbank, he saw more than a dozen assassins dressed in black already waiting, ready to strike.

Behind him, the martial emperor was advancing at terrifying speed, each step spanning several yards. Within two seconds, he was already almost on top of Andrew.

On Luna's pale face, a bitter smile appeared. "I already called for help. But it'll take at least ten minutes for Mr. Turman to get here. Andrew, put me down. You should be able to e