Chapter 638: I

"Guo Yao!" Li An's heart tightened; he rushed forward and caught her in his arms.

Guo Yao clenched her teeth, enduring the pain: "I'm fine—I can still fight!"

Li An looked into her determined eyes, warmth surging in his chest. He took a deep breath, pushing his inner power to its limit; a faint golden glow radiated around him. He hoisted Guo Yao onto his back, slammed his legs against the ground, and shot forward like a cannonball, instantly breaking through the enemy's encirclement.

"Li An, put me down—you'll be in greater danger this way!" Guo Yao shouted from his back.

"Shut up. I won't leave you," Li An replied, his voice firm and powerful, his eyes filled with unshakable resolve.

At that moment, Lin Xue's figure suddenly appeared in their line of sight. She wore a pure white long dress, utterly out of place amid the bloody carnage. Her gaze lingered on Li An for a moment, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.

"Li An, you're truly powerful," Lin Xue's voice trembled slightly. "But even so, you cannot change the fate of the Meiyouli Society."

Li An ignored her, his eyes locked on the command center behind Lin Xue—that was their target.

"Lin Xue, step aside," Li An said, his voice low and heavy, each word carrying the weight of a thousand jin.

Lin Xue shook her head slightly, a look of finality flashing in her eyes: "I'm sorry. I can't."

Before the words had fully left her lips, she moved—like a phantom—launching herself at Li An. Li An snorted coldly, sidestepping effortlessly. Yet her attacks followed like shadows, relentless; every strike targeted his vital points.

Li An dodged Lin Xue's assaults while protecting Guo Yao on his back, gradually growing strained. He silently panicked—this pace would drain them both of strength before long.

"Lin Xue, do you truly intend to stand against us?" Li An cried as he fought, trying to awaken even a sliver of reason in her.

But Lin Xue seemed lost in madness; her attacks grew fiercer, each one brimming with lethal intent. Li An had no choice but to give his all. Their figures darted through the abandoned factory, leaving trails of afterimages.

At that moment, Li An suddenly felt a familiar power surging within him—the new strength he had gradually mastered through countless battles. A surge of joy filled him; he fused this power with his internal Qi, and instantly, his strength skyrocketed, his body radiating brilliant light.

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"Lin Xue, watch closely—this is my true power!" Li An roared, accelerating suddenly like a bolt of lightning toward Lin Xue.

Lin Xue's eyes widened in shock; she desperately tried to evade, but Li An's speed was too fast—she had no time to react before his fist slammed into her, sending her flying. She crashed to the ground, spitting blood, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Li An ignored her, continuing to charge toward the command center with Guo Yao on his back. But just then, the command center's doors suddenly opened, and a figure stepped out. Dressed in a black robe, wearing a grotesque mask, he held a long sword glowing with eerie light.

"At last… I've waited for you, Li An," the figure's voice was hoarse and low, like a call from hell.

Li An halted, fixing his gaze on the black-robed man, a sharp sense of danger surging within him. He knew—this man was the commander of the Meiyouli Society, their ultimate target.